Aaron Richmond
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Words weave, worlds unfold,
Growth, knowledge, imagination,
Aaron's artistry flows.
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Emperor Cadenus the Creative
In the beginning, Cadenus's eyes sparkled with the fire of artistic passion. The canvas of his imagination held promises of a city bathed in the radiant hues of creativity. He craved a legacy that transcended the mundane, a symphony of artistic brilliance that would echo through the ages. The early strokes of his fervor painted a canvas of hope, drawing him and those around him into the intoxicating allure of artistic pursuits.
By Aaron Richmond5 months ago in Fiction
Lost
Thoughts (elaboration [clarification <Wait, there's more?《okay this is a little {seriously, how is | please just stop \ now that's not even a ▪︎ are you even trying anymore? ▪︎ thank you / bring it all back | that's it, there we go} back to reality》just a little further> hey, now we're back into something vaguely relatable] maybe even workable)
By Aaron Richmond5 months ago in Poets
The Rituals That Define Us
One of my favorite things about the world is that you can invent traditions. We treat Elf On A Shelf as this thing that goes hand-in-with Xmas, but it came out in 2005. I was a senior in High School already, which means that I've been around roughly twice as long as Elf On A Shelf and celebrating holidays, and not charging a damn thing to anybody to be involved in their celebrations (I don't even have an expectation of gifts... feed me and I'm happy usually, and if you can't do that then add "bring a dish to pass" to the invite and we'll fall back on good ol' Socialism like we always do whenever it turns out Capitalism failed).
By Aaron Richmond5 months ago in Journal
Spotify Wrapped
I've felt like my musical tastes have been very boring and predictable this year. I've sort of gravitated towards 90's Adult Contemporary this year, because it connects me with the past in a way that I needed. Reminds me of sitting around listening to music with my mom and Josh. Learning new artists, playing the radio game, and generally just sort of hanging out.
By Aaron Richmond6 months ago in Confessions
Hot Water
Water from the shower head sputters. Growing colder, I awaken prematurely. Shaking my head and grunting brusque, I remember starting the dishwasher. ~ "Thwump-whump-whump-whirrrr" Provides steady counter-rhythm Against the beat of water on formica. I imagine the machine rattling in rage beneath the counter. ~ The degrees rapidly drop, Sending my attention on a spiral through time. I remember what it is to spend time without running water; Huddled beneath a dribbling tap, Liquid soap smeared by hand against dry skin, Mouth closed against bacterial invasion. ~ Feeling the memory so vividly I shut the water off, Suddenly aware of the privilege and responsibility That comes with hot water. Who am I? No better now than before. Certainly not one who needs hot water. ~ Shivering on the slick porcelain floor, Remembering what it is to be cold and wet, Time passes, The promise of drier hours become recognizable. Remembering what it is to draw a bath By candlelight and tea kettle, Boiling flesh, A testament to impetuous desire to recreate the womb. ~ Waiting for the water heater To refill and reheat, I must only do nothing. I huddle against the cold, Remembering to remember, Gathering wool that will never provide warmth. ~ "Thump-Thump-Thump-Whirrr" My reverie offers silent melody. Unrelenting insistence that luxuries matter, That we must indulge while we can. Today will take care of itself, In accordance with my wallet. ~ I re-engage the faucet, The water in the pipes growing tepid with inaction. Rivulets of fresh memories run through my hair, Dripping in chilly awareness on my thighs Before flowing into the depths of the greasy drain pipe. Was I overeager, greedy, in my need for creature comfort? ~ Sinfully hot once more, The cost has been appropriately paid. Exulted by the baptismal font, I offer gratitude to the water. Everything runs down the drain- ~ We should all be so lucky.
By Aaron Richmond6 months ago in Poets