The Evil Fred
Short Story Not a lot of people liked me. I didn’t do the stuff they did. I couldn’t play sports, and I had a small stutter, which made it hard to talk to...
Image Curve Blog
Possibility
Poem Music in the sea of light Take my imagination And childhood sigh I wonder where I’m going Everyday of my life Never feel like staying There’s too much more to strive for...
Blackbird Artist
Poem Something drips, Thick like candle-wax, Warm like blood, From the top of the canvas down to the bottom, Making a jet-black streak on the blinding white. A pair of wings shadows the...
Big Wheel Stunts
The rumbling of my Big Wheels on the blacktop. The pulled handle break, the spin out, and the way I face the way I’ve come. How fast could I ride down the hill of...
Happily Ever After
He keeps all his photos, and looks through them regularly. She’d never said so, but to herself she admits that of course it bothers her. In fact, how could he not see that it...
Dream October 2012
I was a gypsy child last night. My skin tanned by countless days beneath the sun of our forest. Only about 13 or 14. When the soldiers come and separate us, I recall glimpses...
Time Travel; Before Change, Still Hope
Spoken Word Tight curls diligent enough to wrap around the idea of my finger large eyes soaking up the world like the biscuit Momma made; every last drop of gravy belonged to it like...
Small Talk 2 – Problems
Short Story It’s good, rather brilliant. You think so? It’s logical. I thought you would bring the coffee. I do. And now you are in our conversation. What I can’t have an opinion? You can,...
