Pen Name Selected!


I know you have been curious to see what I would choose.  I don’t think it is what you expected exactly considering that this name wasn’t exactly part of the quiz. I considered all your suggestions, which I found extremely helpful as it helped me to ultimately find the name that resonated with me.

So without further ado and baring any unforeseen objections (because I may have overlooked something obvious)

I chose

Yves K. Morrow

That is the first bit of business. The second piece of business is the matter of a biography. The little blurb on the back of the book. Is there anyone willing to write that? You can ask me any questions anything from the most personal to the most random. I do want my identity to remain anonymous. If you want you can talk about my poetry instead of me as a person. You can even make up a character if you wanted lol Whatever just something interesting to occupy that space =)

I want to be anonymous if I use a photograph if by some random chance a family member came across it they would undoubtedly recognize me. Should I try for a very abstract photo of myself? Artwork that represents somehow my aura? I can’t actually draw or paint so no idea how I would do that lol Or should I just not have any type of photo?




My mouth is a fountainhead

Laughter welling, metaphysical

From shivering lips,

Lips that mustn’t and cannot

Silence the hysterics of drowning breaths


I know the terror of cachinnation

When it births from a sourceless despair

The gut-stripping panic of neurons

Alighting red and bloodless


I know my body as a grave

Inside of which the discarnate “I” heaves

Inside of which, that same fragile bird must nest

Regardless of the parasitical hatchlings

That mercilessly devour her chicks


I cohabit with demons

Frozen in graceless pallor

Voice singing, nostrils raised in alarm

Like the hackles of an aggrieved beast

I wouldn’t recognize myself in a crowd

Features unzipped, tongue insurmountable


Have you ever seen a dead man smile?

Electric pulse wrenching the mouth free of flesh

Humor impassive, teeth angled for incision

Eyes dim as the sockets wherein they perish

That aspect

Which mocks and enslaves all hearts to fall upon it

That aspect

Which I must unwillingly bear

Despite the inconsolable tears to follow


This poem is about my experience with Gelastic seizures aka laughing seizures. I think in one of my previous posts I went into detail but I can’t recall whatever the case feel free to ask questions!

Prompt 18 “Losing Control”


I want you to write about an experience where you lost control (of your emotions, impulses, mind, body, life whatever). You do not have to write about this topic in the negative (you know I did haha) you can talk about falling in love, sky diving for the first time, having a baby, moving to another country there are just as many positive examples as negative so don’t feel that you have share something gut-wrenching (you are most welcome but the choice is yours). You can even write about something like the freedom of dance or getting carried away by your muse. Pictures are welcome! I did not paint this picture it is a wallpaper found on Google.