It's A Bird... It's A Plane...
Sometimes when I drive down 322 or 100 or 113 or I-76, I get stuck in traffic. I drum my fingers on my steering wheel and stare into the other cars through my…
Wonderous Infinite Possibilities
My brother and I stood stargazing one fair evening, full of hope & desire for a future brighter than the sky was. “When does striving for more become asking…
The piano playing demon.
I was hovering over the large man’s shoulder, affixed on his lanky fingers playing friskily over the keys. It was a piece by Frederic Chopan called Etude Op…
Nature Hides Its Own
Drayden flicked a glance behind as he jogged deeper into the forest undergrowth, taking measured breaths as he moved. This casual running routine had been a…
Composed
It started as a release; it was an escape. My mind would wander over the notes and rudimentary chords. The first few weeks were cacophony — then — as if teased…
They are Coming
“Time is running out; they are coming. All our defenses have been defeated. Even our last hope has fallen. “I know that now is not the time to make excuses…
Oi!
Oi! Your voice is in my head! What’s it doing in there? I don’t know if it should be there, Maybe we should get it out. But it silently refuses to leave. It…