One of those moments
I never wondered what was to become of us. We loved one another, yes, that was obvious. But deep inside I never really new what love was. I never knew what it…
Minute
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind I was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere... they’re in each other…
Two Little Dead Boys
One fine day in the middle of the night, His brother hugged his arms to himself, huddling close behind him as always; in fear, for warmth, or just because he…
The pulse Weekend Continued
You’ll be wondering What exactly this post has to do with writing; and it is that each post, each story, each poem and song and doodle of thought, is a sliver…
The Pulse on Tour Weekend
So this past weekend (to whoever is reading this) I attended the Pulse on Tour in Atlantic City Nj. The most amazing weekend, for rizzle! If you don’t know…
Abusive Love
He threw me on the bed among the twisted blankets. “Clean yourself up,” he snarled before slamming the door. I simply laid there for the next twenty minutes…
Who Can tell?
“The sky is large on large days and small on small days.” “Wha...??” “Let me explain: my perception of reality makes the sky bigger on big days, and smaller on…