C. Rommial Butler

Joined October 2021

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C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.

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On Your Way
“Maybe it’s because it’s the only thing I have left to feel good about,” she said, and I understood immediately what she meant, but I didn’t respond because I didn’t know what to say. But I knew from the start it would break my heart one day.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Beat
The Good Burger Quandary. Top Story - December 2023.
“You’re sleeping in the bathtub tonight!” You don’t have to worry about any spoilers for Good Burger 2. This delightfully absurd movie is worth watching, especially if you have kids, because like the first one, it’s so bad it’s good. But this essay is not about the movie, so I won’t put the above line in context lest I spoil the joke. What’s important is that it was this movie from which the line came.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Humans
When Being Becomes
When being becomes The river undeterred By the depths it plumbs... <> Do you hear the drums And the unspoken word When being becomes?
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Dawn Breaks the Waste. Top Story - December 2023.
Dawn Breaks the Waste Take the time to drink the sky Where the erratic flights of starlings Reinforce unseen by-paths Under a wall of gray cloud
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Prenoctintoxicated
Noon Well, I guess a couple beers won't hurt. After all, the game's on in an hour, and the gang's all here, why not cop a buzz? No more than two, though. Got a whole twelve pack in the fridge, but I don't need to get carried away.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
The Varieties of Religious Experience. Top Story - October 2023.
Some monstrous thing struggles to tear itself out of you. A brutal labor, of which the pangs alone almost kill you, but not soon enough to keep you from experiencing the explosive birth. As the beast bursts free, it eviscerates you in a supernova of muscle and sinew, tenderizing you into choice meat for its first meal, a nurturing sacrifice of the creator to its creature, a nightmare unfolding lovingly before the ghostly presence of a dead god fading...
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
The Change
TRUE Lo! My heart and hands ached for you every day in your absence until my heart… just… died. I plunged my aching hands into a hollow cavity where a heart used to be, expecting the numbing cold of the void, but in a tumult of seething anguish I birthed a sun.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Dio, Holy Diver, and Hexagram 10 of the I Ching. Top Story - October 2023.
Was Ronnie James Dio a student of ancient Chinese wisdom? There’s no question that many of the archetypes which are pervasive in Western esoterica surface in Dio’s work. We recognize the Lady of the Lake and the chivalrous knight from Arthurian legend. We come face to face with wizards, witches, dragons, and the wandering fool who might just be a god in disguise. And, of course, we can’t forget, nor should we begrudge, the rainbow!
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Beat
The Mythology of Nightmare. Content Warning.
Introduction These stories are about existential dread and were written to be intentionally disturbing. If you’re looking for feel-good moments and happy endings, go no farther.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Horror
Black Juju
From the journal of Jim Valance: Friday, February 4, 2022 To be an individual or a drone in the hive? Moral traditions and social conventions come and go over generations, but an individual only lives once.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Horror
Dirty Window
We look past the dirty window. We reconstruct the world where the smudges and smears distort our view; reinvent it in our imagination while retaining its most fundamental relations. We know this.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Crooked Man. Top Story - July 2023.
The mist marches across the surface of the pond like an army of ghosts. Vaporous tendrils intertwine and disperse like footsteps falling beside each other in the perfect rhythm of purpose.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction