Stories

Memorial for a Big Brother

Monologue by the manager of Brain Torture Hotel, located somewhere within each of our brains, where all our most self-destructive habits find a warm welcome

What happens after astronomical dusk? Three beats of writing following the supernatural, the suburbia, and the heart as the last boundary between day and night is crossed.

Poetry.

I lost a bet and I hope you believe that.

For a very loved shelter dog

That time from late August to October is special. And so are apples, in their many manifestations.

A collection of various poems and verse

I put all of my poetry about truth, life, and learning in here. I hope you enjoy your read because i enjoyed writing these poems.

They say that those who don't remember the past are condemned to repeat it. With that in mind, what would lead Martin Niemoller to write a version for today?

These are some poems I wrote about a time in my life in my mid-teens, that was both painful and scarey for a young boy. I was facing both death and rejection. My grandfather had a lake we would go to and fish. But there were times I would go alone to just think and sort through everything happening in my life. This is my way of saying that if we would just stop and think our way through things, there is no mountain we cannot climb or no goal we cannot reach.