Bifurcation
He left the office later than normal, knowing it would alert them. Hurrying home along the designated route, he framed his anxiety, for their benefit: he had…
Goodbye.
*What made you think I’d be okay?* Was it the shake in my lip, the look in my eye, Or the way I couldn’t stand to say Goodbye?
Aim by Prayer
Gut check time, Denton thought to himself, Man up. bear down. Cowboy up. Time for the big boy pants. With a deep breath he took stock of his motivational…
Wandering Eyes
A stare is aloft, Soft like the air, In silence it walks Atop who talks To me-- those who care, Who have my ear, But not my eyes-- They wander to where I’d…
The Creative Eye
Trying to turn this whiteness into colour The ideas don’t come the blankness just stares at me Laughing at my frail attempts to cover it up My brush skims the…