An Idea – poetic

The grass is blue, each blade became a sinew of unexposed blood, this is what we awoke to. Our world was changed in the blink of an eye, a hidden womb made inside out what was between the pages of an idea became a song that no one could sing, it was sung without meter, …

The Playwrights Guild

How do you push the boundaries on words with all their straight lines and limitations As if an expression of thought is anything more than an odor meant to quell emotion Passion, the substance of grandeur and routine the cacophony of the dead Oh that we shall walk in a new abode adorned with the …

The Lover

I’m going to conjure a lover from out of the roots of the ether, the empty space where nothing exists except the power that answers to the belief that I can if I want conjure a lover from the dark, the no place, the space where I exist and just about nothing else does Oh …

Storyteller

I had a voice whispering the words of a great and meaningful story inside of me. It was beautiful, eloquent. There was a voice. It's not gone. I still might get to share it. The filter of my mind, the perception of reality, so skewed with the violence that little ones were all exposed to… …

Some random Writing

The night was smoky. It lacked clarity. There was a haze descending over my memories and all I could do was watch them turn into nothing. Time had already come and gone. It threw it’s cloak over everything. The fight was over. I lost and there was nothing left to do but watch the anger …

This is a story about Cathy

Short story I wrote a few weeks back. I may work it into something longer (feel free to add your ideas)- felt like a good day for sharing cause it's thanksgiving and sometimes a good story (or even a bad one) can take our mind off stark contrasts. Enjoy! This is a story about Cathy. …

Something Like Genesis – An excerpt

Some time back I had put out a call for a co-author for the following wip I've been researching and writing for the past few years. It may be quite a bit more done than I realized and just in need of a hardy editor. I have frozen shoulder atm and it makes sitting at …

Silent Twilight – Flash Fiction

I got out of bed to stare out the window. Fricken glorious sky over the fields. Early dawn. Twilight, really. I can’t sleep. When can I ever? Evie lies in bed. I don’t know how she can sleep through the thundering in my head, how it doesn’t wake her, how it can be so exclusively …