The question doesn’t remain. Action does. The question died. It withered away and smacked itself flush against the others, decaying in a bucket of composted words. Z’s next to J’s. Raunchy ecstasy cozying up to the Songs of Solomon. My name, scribed backwards in age 4 handwriting layered atop the musings of my many mishaps. […]Read more "This is the beginning."
[*****], I decided this was a letter worth writing a few weeks ago while I was staring out of a window in Brooklyn. High in the sky. It’d be an omission of the facts if I didn’t tell you I strongly feel your words led me to this point. Is that strange? I know you […]Read more "An Unsent Letter"
The deepness, the thickness of his voice reverberates in my memory. His eyes, forever imprinted to the sides of my mind. The way he twisted his mouth when laughing at the terrified looks that distorted the faces of those around us. The rope that dangled in the hands of the boy sitting behind me. These sights, the feelings that […]Read more "This is to you, Part II"
“Did you work at the dollar store in Eugene?” a slightly crazed looking man with a Vietnam Veteran hat and ankle-tight dark blue sweatpants around the age of 28 asked me. I was in my car, holding a pack of granola and trying my best to assess the situation I currently found myself in. He […]Read more "This is Part I"
Our eyes protruded in a naive way. We swayed together, knocking into each other awkwardly as we boarded the boat that would start our day in adventure. We left the bay where the fishing boats were docked and made our way into the pelagic zone of the ocean off the coast of the North Shore […]Read more "Once Upon a Time: A Year Later"
Click the sun for fa-fa-fa-fun.Read more "Aural Pleasure."