A mismatched collection of poetry, fiction, personal essays, and updates about my everyday life.
This beast was prompted by an object. The goal was to take a tangible object that had no value for anyone else and write a story about it. A beast loomed before me. Its skin was a blinding white, and its knobby spine clicked in resistance. A single fang slid from its mouth, shining and sharp. … Continue reading One More From Class
This piece was prompted by stories of mentors. I dedicate this to my fellow "survivors" of Carl Ingle. We called him the Vulture. He wore the same gray sweatshirt every day, the same pale khaki trousers, and the same sensible black shoes. Tall, well over six feet even with his hunched shoulders, and tough to the … Continue reading The Vulture, a Tribute
The following is a creative non-fiction assignment from the prompt: season, time of day, time of year, month, etc. It’s that time again. Winds are turning to breezes and cold is turning to cool. My pens are doing more daydreaming than homework. Two days after a snowfall, I’m baring shoulders and shins. Woolen caps … Continue reading Blackbird
Hair like dead grass, sprouting from the hollows of ears, nose, and the space between a shirt collar. Hands bent, wrecked, cracked, and shaking. Wedding band too small to fit over swollen knuckles. Scarred leather wallet, tucked inside threadbare pocket, its stamp whispers Made in Germany, in Vietnam. Watery eyes blink, refocus, determined to read the glaring … Continue reading Ugly Money
Death comes slowly crawling up from the floorboards. Through our soles sliding between the knots of our spines. It hooks onto our fingertips like freshly spun spiderwebs. We cannot shake it. --inspired by the episode "Faith" of Supernatural
Typewriter Moon 