I'm Digging a Grave (Poetry)
I’m digging a grave For a coffin that holds A burned and broken thing Who greived for itself Trapped inside perceptions People could never question I…
Joyless (Poetry)
I know a girl who keeps the rest of the world At arm’s distance Protecting herself from past wounds That throb behind stone walls Painstakingly erected With…
Unspoken words
As snowflakes frozen in the air, hanging from our frosty inertia.
suspicions aroused
Zooey turned to go, but stopped suddenly, spinning around daintily on her toes. “By the way,” she started with a puzzled expression, “Have you seen any of my…
hidden treasure
“You know,” Zooey said, peeking her head inside the room, “If you’re going to crash at my place when you’re too drunk to come home after whatever it is you do…
I am Love
It was cold tonight, a necessity of the hovering fall I suppose. I was tired, and my back was aching. The dampness that had initially permeated the seat of my…
The Small 'Uprights'
We watched, crouched in hidden gulches and behind trees. Wondering what these small entities were able to accomplish, we watched in total fascination, every…
Hidden Weapon
Fourteen year old Clark knew where his dad hid the pistol, but had never thought to looked for the weapon, until today. His new friend, Merle Webster, was all…