Breaching the Surface (TTW pt. 6)
Deacon's energy was through the goddamn roof. The gator had traced through the halls and rooms of his house. Countless trails in the carpet spiraled with him, like static ripples on pool water. Nervous eyes traced the walls, the furniture, the tables,...
The Blind Rabbit (a poem)
The Blind Rabbit couldn't see. And It lamented that It would never know anything and everything of the world of light. It cursed Its fate, It cursed Its name, Blind from what It surmised as a cruel joke of fate. As It sat alone in...
Only Me and My Demon Here (PMD: WNA 7)
Darkness succeeded the purple light. I felt so, so alone. There in the darkness there was nothing to help me, no one to save me. Just the vision of Axe in my mind, and that wasn't any sort of comfort. It just hurt to think about. I don't know just...
Feel Me as I Feel You (a poem)
Touch me more like that, it makes me feel loved. It reminds me of the real. I'm learning to reject the fake. So keep touching me. Touch me all you want since you're real. I love you.
A Fine First Mate (a poem)
Lying awake seeking sleep and I don't dream of you. I see you in my mind and I taste you on my lips. For you are real and I'm enamored You lift my sinking ship as it bobs the sea of dreams For I don't dream you, you're...
Reset Not Restart (a poem)
I'm drawn to it but I'm drawn to other things too. I failed but I'm not a failure. I feel bad for now but I will recover. I was doing well and can do so again. I relapsed but I learned. I lost but I became...
"Submit" (a poem)
"Submit" I've come up with the idea. I've thought about it. I've planned it out. I've outlined it. " Submit" I've typed the words. I've told the story. I've penned the dialogue. I've written it. "Submit" I've reread...
Smooth Sailing (TTW pt. 8)
Bang! Stanced up swimmers bolted off their starting pads. Diving into the wavy pool of rippling liquid. Arms, legs, and bodies bracing against the dense material that resists passage. The shining ripples were beautiful, their movements were beautiful,...
I feel the siren's call
I feel the siren's call. It harkens me back unto its murky waters. The sonorous sound is delicate like a lover's sweet embrace. But I've been drowned before by its host beneath the waves. Yet it still sings to me and pulls towards my fate. I resist but...
Will, Persistence, Patience, and Love (a poem)
As you walk this Earth, you will ask for something more Something real, something fake, something artistic to explore. Some skill for which you can say wholeheartedly is your own Some talent, some niche, some activity to...
You are not a rock! (a poem)
For Kris, who reminded me that there is much joy and happiness to be found even in the darkest times! When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what it is and what it is not When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what is real and what is just...
Discharging Ballast (TTW pt. 7)
Deacon just watched Kane's car drive off, feeling both wonderful and at the same time alone. Here on the street, there was only him and his thoughts and the far off stars. He gazed back up at them while trying to understand what Kane had said about...