Writer’s Block
A muted mind upon a blockNo words abound to e'er unlockA body sat, and lain, and strodeA path which fails to crack life's codeO' cursed…
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For Better or Verse
As a lad I would oft times sit with pen and heart a quiver. Visions of love and a pounding breast would cause my soul…
On Lost Reality
On lost reality... absence of thought disturbs me. I've found me in a dream... I've lost me in a dream. Longing, like a new window,…
The Graveyard of Truth
A sea of mist surrounds the graveyard where Little Anthea Messner died on the 13th day of November in 1885. It happened that dark, gloomy…
Disillusionment
I am the shadow of a person The whisper remaining of one who has seen his ideals ravaged and his hopes dissipating into dusts of…
Faith
From where was none, Faith has sprung A black rose, Petals poised To drink the night, Like water
The Girl at the Window
This original story is inspired by a scene in the novel, Jasper Jones I don't know why she came to me. Did she need help,…
The Lottery
As he scanned the columns, reciting 23, 5, 1, 9, 6, 8, the date of his late wife’s birthday, Jonah Mallory rubbed his eyes, trying…
The Lie
The night was lit by the smiles of pinstriped men and feathered ladies. Their hands flailed and bodies mashed together like a cluster of bees.…
Who Am I?
As a teacher, the most common comment I get from my students is"I don't know who I am yet." (or something to that effect). Fair…
Ramblings & Random Rants 