Image Curve Blog
Angel In the Smog
This bus driver is a good man. His ring is gold with lots of holes in it, intertwined like a wrap of some kind of jungle leaf or something. It makes me wonder… Trinidadian,...
Indecision Den
Introspective Poem Here I am again Thinking yes, saying no Staying here Wanting to go Stuck. Again. In this indecision den Stuck in fear of possible growth and change and expanding my range...
Altered State – Part Eleven
The sun was much brighter outside of the forest. I held my hand up to shield my eyes but it was still difficult to see. My bare feet burnt with every step I took...
Brighton Pier
All we are left to play with Is some sadness And a few neat addictions To fears Walks And compulsive reads. Then also staring at the open sea Learning how to squeeze Some wisdom...
Ocean City, Maryland Chronicle, Day 3: July 6, 2014
Troubled by dreams. One, a last meeting with Christine. Awoke regretting that I missed the Last Voyage of Columbus. Missed seeing those friends one last time. All to save $100—and see my son and...
Taking Flight
Short Story I’m surrounded by concrete buildings, as hollow as cicada shells. No more than a story tall — two at the most — the windowless grey edifices dot the immediate landscape around me....
