Month: August 2015

Secret Trees

My younger brother, my younger sister, and I walked about a quarter mile up the road from our house, which was an old shoe factory still standing from the 1800’s. We clutched large brown paper bags in our small hands and jumped over a ditch into the waiting treeline, where we pulled apples from the ...

The Chase

Growing up in Lewiston, Maine – I was no stranger to the dangers of strangers. When I was a young boy, often roaming unchecked through the streets, I often encountered various ill-will characters that still haunt me to this day. Back then, I wasn’t able to defend myself. Back then, I was just a child. ...

Friend Files #18 – Peyton Curran

Friend Files is a feature I’ve added to Away With Words, this being the eighteenth installment. Past installments appear under the “Friend Files” tag on my blog. I will be interviewing a friend of mine and showcasing why they are a friend to me and what I like about them, and also a mini-interview (five questions) ...

Cosplay Confessions: Ben Santos Cosplay

Cosplay Confessions is yet another monthly feature I’ve added to my blog, though I’ve recently gotten a bunch of submissions so I may do it twice monthly if this persists. Every month (and maybe twice a month), I plan on featuring a different cosplayer and my interview with them, along with photos featuring their cosplays. ...

My Top Ten Favorite DC Comics Characters

I do a lot of interviews with this blog between my Friend Files, Cosplay Confessions, and Eight Simple Questions features. One thing I haven’t really done is indulge in a bit of personal fun with an interview of my own. I mean, what’s the use of having my own blog if I can’t rant about ...

The Rat

Back when I was married, I did lots of homebody things. We worked on the pipes underneath the house (I actually had to do that twice, which sucked big time), we tried to expand the yard for the animals, we made little improvements that took a lot of time and ate a lot of money ...

Let Me Put My Poems In You.

At some point, I think everyone dreams of being a poet. It’s one of those classic romantic things that you’re supposed to like if you’re a lady and supposed to be good at if you want to get the ladies. Or maybe I’m still stuck in the 1800’s. I can’t tell anymore. In any case, ...