Wildes Writing

Tim Wildes' Writing Portfolio

  • 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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  • Taft Ave.

    Tim Wildes I woke up today with spit on my chin and sweat down my back. My head hurts and I can’t smell anything. I was hungry and I needed to piss. Today was gonna be busy, I was going to see my friends. We’d all meet up in the forest, like we used to. Continue reading

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  • Silverbrook Ct.

    Tim Wildes 1 Silverbrook Court was a quiet neighborhood. It was a small cul-de-sac bordering the city on one side and a cornfield the other. The residents of Silverbrook Court were demi-youthful and too, there were those in the neighborhood approaching retirement-age. Children played in the streets as their neighbors clambered into their oft dated Continue reading