My Story

See, you can guess and speculate, but it’s always left for me to articulate. My story, my journey – one of a kind, not just an illusion of a very creative mind.

True Love

It was so totally a huge shock to me when my crush came to my door. He was dressed in the outfit i always thought he looked so sexy in. He also brought candy and flowers.

Don't Open Your Eyes

Nycto-phobia; an abnormal dread of night or darkness. Tommy, a six-year-old kid... does he suffer from nyctophobia or is there really something lurking in the darkness in his bedroom?

Always (a poem for my mother)

You are always with me As I am always with you We endured fate looking on to tomorrow Until tomorrow ended A type of faith holds me to you For my faith is not in the world
Cherry

A Bit of a Domestic 5

Contains strong language.
Cherry

the emergency room

at the mission in the Bowery when the addict comes in at night they are ushered through electronic doors that slam shut like a prison echoing down the hall & with few people on staff

I Could've Been a Birch Tree - story

It was a treat to get out and hike, camp and be provided with all equipment and facilities to enjoy our youth through busy-boy activities.

songs that i could die to

there are certainly songs that i could die to melodies so perfect that they command a leaving of reality that they insist upon the inability to feel pain that they conjure up the beauty within &

supervision taken to its logical conclusion

supervision taken to its logical conclusion one of those flies circling round the bug zapper like there was no tomorrow moving closer & closer zooming in, zooming out

Seasons

Spring and Summer, fall and withers, the winds of time blow Autumn leaves, a crisp white lawn shelters snowdrops and the ball rolls again and again and again...

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