What Hope There Is…
Reflection Poems Alas my father, Lo my mother, Alas my brother, Lo my sister, I come. No lies to tell, No self to hide, No expectant bites can tame me. No illusions as...
Tagged: life
Freak – Part Four
Serial Short Story Attention now turned toward his wounded hand. He didn’t have any bandages and he was without the energy left to rip off another shred of shirt. The sharp taste of...
Freak – Part Three
Serial Short Story What he discovered was unsettling to say the least. It wasn’t a lengthy gash, by any means — but it was substantial. Yet, it wasn’t the size of the injury...
What Are You Afraid Of? – Part Three
Modern Fable “What sort of things would you say to yourself?” She smiled wryly. She’d been aware of her inner monologue for so long that it was like remembering the meeting of an...
You Can’t Drive A Dashboard
Free Form Poetry I don’t know what to do The rest of my time here will Spend its last times floating through Doorways, calling out facts and figures to Those who could care...
Peace in the Storm
Short Poem The fascination of the warrior is the flirtation with the abyss. Death, Life, Peace, Honor, Love, and the everlasting. Every sword swing of the Samurai juxtaposed against the blooming of the...
