A Semester Abroad
Poem About Love You call it writers block, I say I’m empty inside. Arguments over cold coffee And burning but not smokeable Cigaretter butts. Social contracts obligate me To tell you not to...
Tagged: writing
The Unknown Writers
Poem There are millions of unknown writers, unheard souls publishing their words in the wind. They are born, they live and die in silence to your ear just because you do not understand their...
Kronos got Drunk – Part Twelve (Finale)
Serial Fiction I watched with mouth agape as the Olympians descended into Elysium. They were dressed in magnificent robes and armors, carrying shimmering spears and swords and shields. Hermes, Artemis, Athena, Apollo —...
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Eleven
Serial Fiction Three hours passed before Jonathan Hughes emerged from the apartment. He stumbled down the few steps on the stoop, gripping the handrail like a newborn clings to its mother. A shadow...
Kronos Got Drunk — Part Ten
Serial Fiction The titan lord of time looked at me with cold, hard eyes. “You,” he said. His voice shook the air like a thunder clap. “You are a fool. You sought power over wisdom. ...
Kronos Got Drunk — Part Nine
Serial Fiction They seemed to fuse into a giant ball of fur and feathers; clawing and biting and emitting deafening sounds from their maws. In the chaos, I saw the pocket watch rip from...
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Eight
Serial Fiction We sat without speaking for a time. The restaurant was mostly empty. The only sounds were the clink-clink of cutlery on plates and straws being slurped. These were occasionally punctuated with loud, indeterminate...
