The death of a God: a (mostly) true story
This is the story about my uncle. What I remember and how the hell I want to remember it. It isn’t the happiest story on the planet but even the happiest stories have sad portions in them. You may be...
View ArticleShadows
After me Trying to escape The shadows Hands, pulling me Can’t run Waste of effort Pills are the defense Doesn’t help They are smarter Know they can touch me Won’t kill me… No Just too easy They torment...
View ArticleLoves promise – A poem
Mine is a life of fiction turned fact You don’t see it but you can taste it Music sing sweet silent lullabies You feel the song but cannot hear it They talk to you, whispers in the wind Words that you...
View ArticleDear Mom, You will never read this, but…
Mothers day is fast approaching. I know this because everyone else tells me, or I would never have any idea when exactly mothers day is. It’s not that I am a bad son. I mean anyone who has been around...
View ArticleWhat’s love got to do with it?
This is love to me… Do you love yourself? That was the question, I already knew the answer though. No, it was obvious… right? To my not so surprise the conversation went into how you could be with...
View ArticleMommy’s day!!
Today is Mothers day!!! Now I’m not one to be excited over the day since as anyone who follows me knows, I’m motherless at the moment. But it doesn’t mean I can’t wish every mother out there a happy...
View ArticleClose encounters of the 2nd year old kind
I’m probably remembering it wrong. That’s my first thought. I can’t remember being that young. But I do remember being quite young and in fact, had a lot of it verified as being correct. But time back...
View ArticleThe forgotten puzzle
Pieces of a puzzle scattered about Bent from the years, the picture faded Once held so much promise Now pieces are missing and damaged From forcing things that never quite fit Not that it wasn’t...
View ArticleWith the flip of the switch
“I can’t just turn it off like a faucet. I love you.” She had said in a text Well I can. That’s the problem of having the family I did growing up. You shut your feelings off even more quickly than...
View ArticleWaiting for Superman
At the table, my Mom and I are playing with my new toy. When you are a child, the simplest things can seem the most entertaining. I am mixing super secret chemicals into a plastic monster mold;...
View ArticleThe last birthday
My Fifteenth birthday would be the last and best birthday I would have to this day. I owed that a lot to the two friends that I did have, one I grew up with and the other sort of wedged himself in a...
View ArticleImprints in time
Imprints of her presence linger long after she has left The smell of her perfume when the breeze is just right A half eaten poptart on the counter All scream she is real, she exists, and she was here I...
View ArticleFear and posting
I just finished writing a story. I was planning to post it but as I sat here and I thought better of the idea. It’s not ready, or more aptly I’m not ready. It’s very personal and unfortunately very...
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