A Girl And A Ghost
Short Story “Are you a ghost?” she asked. I laughed. “Not exactly,” I said. “Do I look like a ghost?” “A little,” she said. “You’re shiny blue. Ghosts always look shiny blue.” I cocked...
Tagged: spirituality
Levitate At Night
Poem Feeling washed up, waking up to another dark day. Bright nights still playing in my heart and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not the same upstart to partake in rough parks,...
Wearing Another Skin
Poem About Self-Reflection Taste me to see — just … go on and on and on She never complained, she just let her reflection take the blame left them all hanging What kind...
Visiting Privileges
Short Story “Oh, great,” she said. “Now I’m hallucinating.” I smiled. “What do you mean?” I asked. She scoffed. “No, no. I’m not falling for that shit. If I’m dying then I’m dying...
When We Curse
Our inadequacies We condemn ourselves When we aspire to be like others We humiliate ourselves When we want, because we do not think we have We have nothing Surrender to this nothing Be nothing...
A Poet’s Wile
A Virgin Vestibule am I If I wrote a poem I lied You don’t understand it’s Quite obscene and if I Told you what I mean I would shrink a spinning Slacker upon the...
