Wildes Writing

Tim Wildes' Writing Portfolio

  • A Cog

    by Tim Wildes Ripped is my body to shreds as I’m rewarded capital which deem my bitterwork worthwhile. ㅤ That capital who figures my life valuable too renders my vessel unimportant for sake of what it is I have earned. Continue reading

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  • A Murder

    by Tim Wildes 30 days and 30 nights, those damnable birds besieged me. ㅤ They shunned me with song unfamiliar to folk ears. ㅤ Beholden to Earthly sorrows, I was no interlocutor; a pitiable audience. ㅤ And in that tumult by His own, fallable hand, I spied a particularity in them fowl. ㅤ A wanton Continue reading

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  • A Hanging

    by Tim Wildes He wakes up that morning in a pool of his own urine. ㅤ Falling up from his bed, he fights off his soiled clothes. ㅤ He notices now the throb in his skull and his body’s reluctance to move. There, naked, he collapses. ㅤ He wakes in the mid-afternoon already exhausted of Continue reading

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  • The Agony of Copper

    Tim Wildes I’ve learned my allotment in life. It took several years of trial and error, but I’ve learned what I was put on this Earth to do – what would be lost should I be lost too. ‎ Have you seen me in the streets? ‎Did you step on my back when you were Continue reading

  • Ait Olduğum Tanrım

    Tim Wildes ‎ Mükemmel olmak istiyorum,             neden, ama? Mükemmel değilim,             yine de, niçin? ‎ Bu nedenle, sahte ve görünmeyen tanrıma te–        şek–     kür–    edebilirim. ‎ Ô Siz, bir sürü te-        şek-     kür-     üm       var. ‎  Doğrudur, sizin yansımanızda yaratıldım. Aslında, birbirimize biraz benziyoruz. ‎ Çünkü, sizden kendim kadar nefret ediyorum. Continue reading

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  • We Castrated the Watermelon

    One day we’ll split the Red Sea again to put a freeway there. Be there a fish down the middle, he’d be a stowaway – he doesn’t belong there – he isn’t welcome. Did you hear? We synthesized a mouse’s brain on a computer – we don’t even need them now to crawl into their Continue reading

  • The Homo Sacer

    I’m used to it, the waking up, being watched  and listened to. I’m used to it, I can’t eat anything anymore; I can’t drink; I know what they do to the food and water. I see them looking at me; I walk around, they stare. I sit, they stare. But I’m used to it. I Continue reading

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  • Sakuga 1

    Tim Wildes He was turned purposeless after that day. His eyes exploded into the back of skull, who turned into liquid that flowed into and out of his arms. His grin touched the nape of his neck and wrapped back around his head until the ends of his thin lips touched each other once more. Continue reading

  • My Home

    Tim Wildes In youth, I believed that I’d always have a place to return to, there would always be somewhere to take off your boots and sit, even briefly. I remember the comfort of a rainstorm as I lay in my bed, drifting to a sleep that was hugged by the sounds of drops on Continue reading

  • Trevor

    Tim Wildes I walked into the house, not knowing whose it was. I saw family photos, a child’s art, and plenty of cans of dog food. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and sat on the floor. I started the counting then- counting the flies. I heard a noise upstairs and jumped, then Continue reading