Anyway, Here's the Work
Three poems I posted before everything imploded.
This one’s light on creative work.
I got some spiral-worthy news about my health.
Then my car’s water pump broke.
Then the kicker:
Dad’s full of cancer.
Lungs, liver, spine, some lymph nodes.
I have a lot of feelings about it.
I’m just not ready to process them here.
There’s Been a Change…
I’ve always kept “Paid Subscriptions” turned off.
That has changed.
Life is short. Art is hard.
I figured I would at least give people the option to support it.
There are no exclusives at the moment.
Free Subscribers get everything the Paid Subscribers get.
Times are hard, so I don’t expect anything.
I may start sending individual, non-newsletter posts when I initially post them in email blasts to paid subscribers, but I don’t know if anyone would really want that.
Let me know what you would like below. I’m curious and open.
This Week’s Work
I did manage to get a few things out before everything hit:
The Glory of the Glare
Within your arms, the world grows thin, like wind through bending grasses.Thanks for reading David C. Roberson's Maladjusted Multiverse! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.
Goin' Rownd with Gune
A poem by one of my characters, Augustus Gune, who is as amusing as he is tragic. I hope to properly introduce people to him someday.
Ancient Exhale
Sometimes habits don’t feel like choices as much as rituals you stepped into long before you understood them. Some kind of inherited self-destruction.
Coming Soon
I promise, there should be some better control coming soon…
More poetry
More DC on SCREEN podcasts
A Clockstoppers review with John Irons and Matthew Carroll on Star Trek Universe
Photography
Whatever else my brain latches onto next…
I'm so sorry that you're going through such a hard time.