Stories

Rick really isn't interested in the stunningly perfect Andre. Really.

This song was in my head nearly complete when I woke up from a dream very similar to the song. I could see the scenes of the song, had most of the lyrics already written in my head, and the music was complete with high-energy fiddle, banjo, and guitar for a classic country-western sound.

This is the story of the end of everything. The universe depends on one creature. The boy with gingery hair. The universe will not die with a crash, but with a whimper for its soul...

Moving on with my life after a hard lesson

A poem on time and memories.

A poem which, in ways, is very personal. After going back and forth about posting it, I decided I would.

A poem about faith in the face of uncertainty

A mothers day poem for the woman in my life

Imagine having the perfect life as gay man, you have a partner since you were a kid that loves only you. You are both married and have son. Your old father has finally come around to accepting your sexuality. You are rich through sheer intelligence and good business skills. The perfect life....

Then, the world begins to hit you, how far will you go to get revenge?

Holidays can be very lonely times.