Living in Salem

 Living in Salem has its perks.

[Poem] Pinball Casserole

 by Emmit Other

The stars say your chosen
But your life is a joke
The world is full of wonder
But makes you wanna toke
Unlimited power coming
That you must never use
That leaves just my two hands
But the Dark Triads they Accuse
They know that I can see them
And to the sheep the lie
I'm supposed to be a Shepard
But they just make me want to die
I can unlock secrets
That others never find
But I'm so fucking strange
That they just stay there in my mind
I didn't ask to be strange
Though I've tried to choose the wise
Instead I'm in the void
Former friends me then despise
The truth is not what people
Really want to know
They line up for the Triads
And their blood cult carny show.

 

The World Soup: A Symphony of Pandemonium

What happens when cosmic exploration, interdimensional warfare, sentient vegetables, celestial benefactors, and an inexplicably large pink toad collide?

Welcome to The World Soup: A Symphony of Pandemonium, a surreal journey through a universe where absolutely anything can happen, and frequently does.

From the Champions of the Portal and the mysterious Lictaire to planetary upheaval, botanical transformations, and a culinary apocalypse, this fantastical poem careens between science fiction, high fantasy, absurdist comedy, and outright linguistic mayhem.

Expect prismatic forests, impossible creatures, dancing ice cream, the Grapes of Wrath, and a chef wielding a particularly ominous cleaver.

Reality is optional. Gravy is inevitable.

Tossing Grenades at Windmills presents an extraordinary exercise in imaginative storytelling, collaborative absurdism, and the glorious unpredictability of creative expression.

Runtime: 15 minutes, 10 seconds.

Episode artwork: Featuring Hieronymus Bosch's public domain masterpiece, The Garden of Earthly Delights.

The end comes with gravy and mashed potatoes.

The Queen in Blue - The Lost Story

[Poem] Heck of a Show

by Emmit Other

Can you hear

Can you hear

The callipee music playing

Emphasis on the pee

Humans are usually like a dumpster fire

Of opposing conflicting ideas

16 impossible ways

Before breakfast

Before breakfast

But the men who think themselves

Apex

Ultra Supra Mega Alpha

Predators

Are the first

The first Say I

To wet themselves in the face of cosmic horror

So now you hear the Caliopee music

Playing as they wet themselves

Themselves they wet

Don't you fret

Im sure you've met

The Ultra Supra Mega Alpha

Who wet themselves

Who wet themselves

Like walking dollies

That can cry

And can take a bottle

So afraid

Of what's inside

What's inside

What's inside is shit

An ugly bag of shit

In a kitchen plastic bag

A plastic bag of shit

They know they're empty

Empty shells

Empty shells

Plastic bags of shit

Real honor does not hide

It is just is

It is just is

And does the wee just sit right there

If you've eyes to see

Ultra Supra Mega Alpha wet themselves

Wet themselves

If you show a mirror

They cannot stand

Cannot stand

Defiance

Brittle snowflake eggshells

Walking on them

Walking on eggshells

The tiny tiny outer shell

Wrapped around

A plastic bag with dogshit

[Poem] The Invisible Moon

 by Emmit Other

The Invisible Moon

To the Invisible Sun

Seems the province of chaos mad

But its as constant as the tide

Open your inner eye

And lay your preconceptions aside

The lidless mirror beyond

I cannot lower barriers

That are part of who I am

I am a riddle unto myself

Despite the white noise spam

I see myself to atomic scale

But there are endless tides ashore

I expedition regularly
And inside myself explore

I've been a psychonaught

Since I was 12

And find new frontiers by day

But what seems intermentant isnt chaos

That is only part of what I say

Order Chaos Fire and Water

Earth and Fire Magic and Skill

Light and Night and Mind and Might

Orbit Ka's fulsome kill

Imagination real and yet the real shadows

I know my mortal coil's day

And yet do not drown in deathly sorrows.

 

[Poem] Shadows and Granite

 by Emmit Other

 I had someone tell me once

They thought I might be a Statue

I intimidate others

Because of the strength of my convictions

I am self aware 

Because those convictions matter

"I am Not Them"

Has been a priority

From the earliest days

I keep my word

I do what I say

I mean what I say

And I almost always follow through

I know my paranoia is my greatest flaw

But most of the callous betrayals

The seemingly impossible circumstances

That no rational person would believe real

Have literally all happened to me

My paranoia is learned experience

And feeds into my intensity

So if the latest shadow I'm not chasing

Because its a game

Is real

I wont touch it

But the Blue Rook will make their results

Interesting to say the least

I have mastered my demons

And I do not feed every dark thing

That feeds off of human suffering

Especially the shadows

I could be wrong

And will wait it out

But I'm done feeding drama demons

And I'm done denying 

That these things happen

What is

Is What Is 

[Poem] All About You

 by Emmit Other

I had a famous dream

Just now

That couldnt make up its mind

Between Robin Hood

And Red Dawn

And then Grimmace Dark Side

Had a wormhole George Foreman Grill

Descend from the heavens

And turn a pile of people

Into giant wriggling human leeches

I went into Lucid Mode

And put him and his crew

In Mason Jars

I'm a completist

And like to leave every dream

In a happy ending

But this was a small world

And a very ill fitting dream

Not all dreams are created equal

And sometimes

You have to make a choice

Do you let it go

And get up

And go into Boston with the inlaws

Or do you spend four hours

Looping the dream around and around

Until you beat it

Ive done that

But this dream was thin

Barely hanging on

And to exist I would have had to pour myself into it

I decided to let the dream go onits merry little way

And be all about itself

Formless

Thin

And Tilted towards evil

So I woke up

And went about my business

[Poem] The Magick of Story

 by Emmit Other

Danger comes in many forms

Etheric gestures of dramatic norms

Octave four in the spirit realm

Story magic might underwhelm

But we are characters 

In someone else's play

Drama demons will have their say

Murder my writer

And make the fucker pay

A bloody plot knife I weave to slay

I am the author of my fate

I am tired of dead dog upon my plate

My bloodlust for these things will not slate

Until they begone from my estate.

Amazon Is a Blight

 Article here but Amazon is destroying books.   I'm not going back there and am now going to build my own site.   Indeed more changes soon.   Here's the article 

Meanwhile Grenademan vs The Zombies Chapter 2 available Wattpad and Inkitt

[Poem] Sometimes It Isnt Enough

 by Emmit Other

Sometimes the good guys lose

And sometimes you do everything you can

And burn the candle at both ends

And find new ways to cut the knot

More than you ever have before

Longer days and more doors knocked

And sometimes

It is still not enough

We all have a breaking point

And you can blame invisible powers

Or harmful prayers that pretend to help

Or blood curses

Or the stars

Or even your own damn self

And sometimes you can defy the odds over and over again

But there is one reaper who always wins

For there will be death

Long after there is taxes

And in the end

It isnt what you do

But what you tried that matters

And your own standard you chose

And I ahve done my best

And will until the last tick of the clock

The last

Tick

Of the clock

Warning to Indie Authors

 If you are a writer and have KDP; do not upload anything new to Amazon or the AI may DESTROY your account.    Dont take my word for it, listen to this 

Status Update

Chapter 1 of GMVZ

Same here. 

Still continuing to work on all projects; but need to focus on selling the new ones so will be accelerating a process that had been on hold while I sought employment.   More details to come.

[Poem] Last at Dodgeball

 by Emmit Other

What goes up

Then comes down

Age discrimination

Shame of Cone

Too old to work

To young to retire

And when you die

None will inspire

No good deed goes unpunished.

No good deed goes unpunished.

No good deed goes unpunished.

The worst supernatural trick ever played on me

Wasnt the shovels to the face.

I'm used to the filthy habits of Gods

And other invisible powers

I reciprocate

No its shadows

That make you worry

And taunt you to act

But after a while

You realize

If its false

Silence is your ally

And if it strue

(And this time it likely is)

Silence is still your ally.

Because this time

For once

Its not your fault.

[Poem] Ambrosia Salad

 By Emmit Other

Animate golems of sapient jello

Given life on the dream plane

Asked me

Am I going to the Phantasmagoria Ball

And I answered "Maybe"

But I know at the molecular level

The invitation was sent

As a joke among the maids

Who took bets among my wrath

Or indifference

But the truth is

The Yellow King is a subject I already did

And is old news

And boring

And now its just a matter of waiting

For the kickstarter

And cleaning up

The mess

Status Update

 On the road rn from attending my sister's wedding so not word count updates but made progress on all projects; Grenademan vs the Lich, Armor of Stone, I asherah, and the King is Dead.   And I have finished the first draft of the latter.   Today is the one year aniversary where anarchists censored my bluesky account for daring to defend AOC.

We will see how they like my new novella.

Video Link

 I'm nearly done w my best novella yet "The King is Dead" and it's solar punk; but I bring the receipts. The problem with Solar Punk is it doesnt answer the question of "how do we get there?" the same problem that anarchism refuses to answer. You need to show the price paid for it; the scars of what is being healed from but also the price paid for utopia.

Link here

[Poem] 250 from 1776

 by Emmit Other

Sitting here celebrating 250

By listening to Hamilton

Its not politics

Its beyond that

In 1776

They didnt know about 

1789

We had a good run

And then our heart broke

And we swallowed our shadow

I have been a prophet in the wilderness

Calling out Big Tech and Big Fascism

And now my voice is but one in a chorus

Hear me now then

The players now will be in a history book

Whether that is apdf in your compliance chip

Screaming an 8 minute hate into the telescreen

Or a barouqe hand crafted organic tome

Under lights powered by solar 

In a warm tropical sky where climate is controlled

Like the themostat in your room

Depends on the people you least want to decide it

But I still believe in Stark Trek Solarpunk Utopia

I still believethe right can prevail

But only

If Good stops being

Kind of Dumb

A Cat And a Horse

Another collaborative poem by the discord server sonnet team about a cat and a horse.

The Queen in Blue - The Lost Story

Status Update

 I've taken down my Amazon sales due to Amazon using them to train AI for its "ask a book" mode and I've taken down my youtube channel due to repeatedly poor decisions by youtube.   Its a lonely feeling when coupled with the harassment from corruption I got from the left and the right on Bluesky, Mastodon and Facebook and; were I still there, likely X.   I'm going to be putting some of my works up on the Internet Archive where they are a lot harder for Entropy and whatever runs this world to take down; not impossible, but a pain which is, at the end of the day, all one can really do.

Current Projects:

Grenademan Vs The Lich: 40% done at 21324 words; I'm writing it as fast as I write it.   Coming up with a setting and contest worthy of such complex characters required creating and writing more complex characters in my 6th novel, Heir of Sunfire.   Eventually, four books in one like the old "Yellow Book of Fairy Tales" will be completed; Fruitloop and Frankenstein, The Three Mice That See, Heir of Sunfire and Grenademan vs the Lich.

Armor of Stone: 40% done at 40500 words; this sequel to Army of Fire (done but needs eediting) set in the Fate of Inglemia with permission in cameos from the old Holistic Gang and a few other friends though the bulk of the plot still stars the main protagonists from Army of Fire; it introduces why Inglemia is as messed up as it is and what greater powers are trying to leverage for the coming storm/mess that the Twelve have created.  I'm waiting to release Army of Fire until this is done and may do the full trilogy, Whispers of Water; before releasing any of them.   Not normal, I know, but...I do things my own way now and my work is better for it.

The King Is Dead: 85% of 12500 words; this is the future.   I'm finishing the novels in flight and then switching to novellas or anthologies, one a year, carefully written.   This is a Solar Punk book that asks how you got to utopia and who had to pay what for it.   Its of the vein of The Queen in Blue and has evolved my writing exsnetively.  The podcast series will come out later this year though the kickstarter or publication is on pause due to unemployment for the Queen in Blue and that might not change any time soon.  I'm not taking kickstarter money and spending it on rent.

I Ashera: 5% complete at 7445 words...my most ambitious work yet about the consort of the God of Abrahaman and the story of the Divine Feminine in the Old Testament, New Testament and End Times.   Blaspehmous as all out get....it writes as fast as. it writes.

[Poem] My Thoughts on Conversation Therapy and the Roberts Rape Court

 It's Funny

Inglemia Army of Fire Elevator Pitch

"Imagine Honor Harrington meets Discworld in a DNDesque setting on shrooms.   The Gods are long since soupcanned and their bosses are forced to rely on very imperfect tools to fix the mess.  Imagine a Mary Sue finding out that she's actually a lovecraftian starspawn but for magic"

[Poem] Aspnet of the Sands

 Here

[Poem] Chat PJB

 by Emmit Other 

Attorney General Pamela Jo Bondi

Justifies redacting the Epstein Files

(Illegally)

With a spinning top LLM defense

"Why did you redact the files?"

The robot answers

"Why arent you clapping for leader Trump harder?"

A representative asks,"Who do you work for?"

The automaton from the Hall of Presidents replies

"Buy tickets to Melania today! 95% on Rotten Tomatoes!"

An exasperated representative finally asks

"are you even human?"

The Sex Doll says

"I am whatever Daddy Trump wants me to be

In a Barbie World

Its fantastic

To be fasc plastic!"

Pedo Jim Jordon defended

Pedo Defender Bondi

By saying

"Leader Trump let me take a turn with her

Fair is fair, 

Your time may not be reclaimed"

Bondi replied

"The Stock market is high

Just like I am!"

Matthew 7: 21-23

 King James Version

21 Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.

22 Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?

23 And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.

My Honorable Opponent

[Poem] Obi Wan Without a Luke

 by Emmit Other

My life has been harsh

My roads winding and twisted

Hidden and obscured in the mists of Samsura

I am not a Guru

But I do feel Power to My Name

The Solidity of Who I Am

I Echo Lessons Learned

A few scraps are perceived

But I hear the final scene of the Death Star

The moment where I'm supposed to say

"Luke Use The Force"

"Let Go"

And....then two photon torpedoes go into the thermal exhaust port

But there is no Force

And there is no Luke Skywalker

Only the Music

And the Empty Air

And I certainly dont have an X-Wing

Lying Around

Do you?

Status Update - 2026

First off all the easy stuff: Word count

Grenademan vs the Lich: 18K

Armor of Stone: 36K

The King is Dead: 9.8K

I have also started two new projects: An adaptation of Poetry of Elmer Gantry called "The Women of Gantry" and dusted off and restarted "I Asherah" which is likely to exceed "I, Odysseus" in length covering prehistory; old testament, new testament, the middle ages and "revelations" and the aftermath.   She is a powerful figure and clearly has a lot to say.

The bigger update is once I have a full day "day job" I will contact the artist I've already paid a down payment on "The Queen in Blue" for the kickstarter and will publish there.

Great things are coming.

Amazon Ask a Book

 Amazon is feeding my IP in violation of the TOS I signed when I agreed to publish into an AI that lets people ask LLM about my property in a way I cannot vet; as a result of this decision, all Red Anvil Publshing proprties have since been removed from the Amazon website.  While I had a plan to stop selling anything NEW there; my existing books have also been removed because I will not sell with a company that profits from the theft of my work or the work of anyone else.

Watch this space for new places my works can be sold.

[Poem] Ya Say Ya Are a Rebel

 by Emmit Other

Ya say you are a rebel

yeah yeah yeah

you say ya gonna change the world

ya say you gonna rumble with the man

when the shit goes down

according to their shadow plan

yeah yeah yeah

well honey let me tell you

a thing or two

about what i see

and who it is

you choose to be

You know Zuckerberg is evil

yeah yeah yeah

But you still got ya insta

You still using your whatsap

You even have your facebook

To keep in touch

While Mark still lets you

To coordinate the resistance

They wont see

Cause the algo  hides it 

Lock and key

You aint organizing crap

On the zuckfuck app

yeah yeah yeah

You say you are a patriot

dont you see

they're still using Oracle

In your company

Ellison gets rich

And theil mkes his panopticon

And musk takes Doge 

And makes the government gone

But you're still on X

lalalalal

yeah yeah yeah

These men are gonna fall

That is true

Cause they are all

Sniffing glue

but honey while you buy your book 

On amazon

I can safely say 

the chance is gone

that its gonna come from you.