Parker Owens - Stories

He lived alone with a father who beat the hell out of him. His mom abandoned him years ago. There was a roof over his head, and food, when his dad let him eat. One day, all that changed: he ran in fear for his life with nothing but the clothes on his back. And his journal.

Most of Rick’s life was performed solo and in quiet. He told himself he liked it that way, preferring to keep even his closest friends away from his secrets. But an aggressive woman and a stranger in town found a way to bring out his inner music.

Small town life still exists like this. The pace is slow, and everyone knows your name. And your business.

A sad visit to a new grave; an unknown mourner. What does it mean?

Predators devour their prey. When the predator becomes prey himself, why should he expect mercy? What follows is the story of what happened when the tables got turned.

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The early mass leaves a man reflecting on his past.

Four skyscraper poems in tribute to a great friend.

Skyscrapers for whatever weather the winds to life.

Exploring places which exist in my boyhood memory.

Poems to explore the end of our songs.

They lived happily together. And then something ripped them apart.