Can't Sail From Your Past, Either
The freighter cut through the waves like butter. He gazed out over the rolling sea. The blue sky and steely gray waves were vastly different from the…
Contemplating Nietzsche
The revolver held six bullets, but he only had three. He rolled them around in his hand, watching the moonlight reflect off their brass casings--trying not to…
Flashback: Stain
The silence was maddening. No, not silence, vacancy. The air ducts whispered and the engines made the entire station hum, but here you couldn’t hear the shots…
Footprint
..... 2 years old and taking my first steps. Parents calling my name as I tentatively take one step forward and then another. ...... 5 years old, first day of…
Seven
Dana looked into the eastern sky and watched the full moon rise into the brisk November air. She couldn’t see her breath, but a chill ran down her spine. She…
Continued...
The wind blows, knocking my hood back causing me to think, just for a second, of turning around and heading home. It is as if the wind is beckoning me back. I…
Past Experience
Just because the scars don’t show Doesn’t mean they weren’t caused Doesn’t mean there weren’t victims Of a mental holocaust. And while these wounds have long…
Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks
I sat at the kitchen table quietly munching my cereal, “Charlotte dear,” My mom said, “I’m going to work okay? Have a good day at school!” She leaned over to…