Don’t hold your breath

We stood at the precipice staring at bones they didn't lie but had shattered with time That endless roar between the eyes herding us home. This is not as bleak as it sounds, we pander, to no one in particular. By holding on to that first note, it generates a feeling of suspense This time [...]

The Unraveling Ball of Yarn

She was once again denying her own responses to enable a comfortable relationship.Her virtue had plummeted. Now seeing a two on a scale of one to ten, dipped with rumors she had slept around  Because of their attitudes, I was once again denying my own responses to enable a comfortable relationship... I was once again [...]

paraparesis, 

 point moot, for  sarahkthe oswrving,   branded diatribe  Forget uR duvided Whohoo  The artificial  it's now official 

Memories of Elephants

at some point don't you wake up somehow and decide NOT TO BE EVIL or do you look in the mirror and realize that what looks back at you is dark and hollow         artwork by robert montgomery at robertmontgomery.org  

The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“No bones. Not even a knee cap."         As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,” [...]

Waukegan

We talk too much, Miranda, her feverish sister Sasha said, in her low voice, no secrets come out without silence. I do. Somehow I’ve come to believe that the last thing a writer or any artist thinks about is to make himself comfortable while he’s working. Perhaps the discomfort is a bit of an aid or [...]

There’s no way to know…

...if this were true, you just have to go with it, I imagine myself surfing again on a perfect morning in the perfect temperature water amongst friends, no tiger sharks in the making or anything wrong with a perfect day, coz you get those once in a while even if Henry Miller turns out to [...]