Christopher P. Hickey makes his home in Malden, MA, with his Wife and Children. He facilitates The Malden Writers’ Collaborative. When not working as an administrator at Harvard University, he creates content for his blog ProCrasstheNation.com. The blog content spans the range from irreverent to philosophical. Picking up casual photography in recent years, he always tries to capture the light all around him. Christopher enjoys spending time helping writing colleagues.
He is currently working on a series of short stories or perhaps a novella this November while participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Christopher will attempt to eclipse the 50,000 word mark for a second year in a row.
If you would like to contact Christopher, please contact him at: authorcphickey@gmailcom
There are many projects on tap at the end of this year, so please stay tuned. The month of November promises to be rich with poetry, and we’ll be looking into creating another Advent Calendar of blog posts for 2021. We’ll see a different story, memory, picture, etc. behind a series of mysterious and decorated doors.
Christopher P. Hickey makes his home in Malden, MA, with his Wife and Children. He facilitates The Malden Writers’ Collaborative. When not working as an administrator at Harvard University, he creates content for his blog ProCrasstheNation.com. The blog content spans the range from irreverent to philosophical. Picking up casual photography in recent years, he always tries to capture the light all around him. Christopher enjoys spending time helping writing colleagues.
He is currently working on a series of short stories or perhaps a novella this November while participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Christopher will attempt to eclipse the 50,000 word mark for a second year in a row.
If you would like to contact Christopher, please contact him at: authorcphickey@gmailcom
There are many projects on tap at the end of this year, so please stay tuned. The month of November promises to be rich with poetry, and we’ll be looking into creating another Advent Calendar of blog posts for 2021. We’ll see a different story, memory, picture, etc. behind a series of mysterious and decorated doors.
One day when I wasn’t paying attention things changed.
With little or no explanation, a large group of people decided to embrace a crisis of chaos.
Like a bystander lighting a wooden match and watching it exhaust itself.
Then another, and yet, still another.
Never noticing how close to the gasoline they were, or how even a used up match could still ignite a conflagration.
Never a consequence conceived within the action, but an automaton bent on all the innate ills of the turmoil caused by the certainty that only paranoia can provide.
Juicy secrets rolled around in a dark perspective and seemingly rational, just for a moment.
Then, though, comes the fear derived of being discovered for pandering to such nonsense.
Stranded in a painted corner, with one’s hand gripping tightly to the wet brush.
Nowhere to go.
Just waiting for the paint to dry, so then a leap can be made to the next hurtful idea.
One day when I wasn’t paying attention things changed.
The rational world fell prey to narcissists that refused to admit the hideous nature of their reflection.
