Excerpt: Rads Dream

...There he was, perched over the drafting table. His eyepiece pressed to his face. He followed the trace, looking for any flaws. Over and over. He couldn't help but think of his home. How generations ago, no one would have sat there. How at night, one could hear nature over traffic. What life was like … Continue reading Excerpt: Rads Dream →

Excerpt: Rads Day Away

The Mountains ranges surrounded them, jutting up out of the ocean. A glint of sunlight reflected off of the green water, causing Rad to squint, beckoning his hand to protect his face. He could feel the spray of the water touch his cheeks, and the burning sensation of the cold wind. The waves were getting … Continue reading Excerpt: Rads Day Away →

Picture Book

"Ring, ring," the telephone rings. "Bleep, bleep," text messages are neat. "Deet, deet, deet," the alarm clock sounds; Brush your teeth, go to work. "Bong," the elevator says, "going down?" "Honk, honk," your in that cars way. "Bling, blong," the doors tell you to please move away. Beep, honk, bleep, ring, deet, bzzzz, bling blong. … Continue reading Picture Book →

Poem: A Winter Walk

A Winter Walk The cold bites knuckles Determined steps hold heads down You'll find shelter soon In warmth and seclusion Behind the winter breeze I was reading poetry blog posts. Noticed a lot of cold, winter themes. There are some great poets out there. I figured, I'd try writing one too. Thank you for reading.

Draft, Using ‘ing’ To Much: A Raven Named Johnny

Johnny Two Times, was twice arrested on charges of double dealing. The detective stood outside his door and had the strangest feeling. "Dear ol' da'" through the door, he heard Johnny pleading. "Save me from the pain I'm feeding?" The detectives gut started sinking, For he knew that Christian thinking. And his own son, was … Continue reading Draft, Using ‘ing’ To Much: A Raven Named Johnny →

Dreamscape

Too pure to peer at sparkling waters, or frozen mountains The minds eye dwelling within four walls delves into the fertile deep Pondering perspectives beyond a single lifetime to arrive at a fantasy such as This

Three Whispering Angels

Three Whispering Angels What do you think? Will it work out? Yes. -The End-

Excerpt: Depression

...He came back to his house, laid in bed, and cried. The burden was unbearable. He had the ability, but never acted. He was a loser, and he knew it. So he cried. All the opportunities he was blessed with, he knew, and he cried. He knew what depression was, he knew it was a … Continue reading Excerpt: Depression →

Poem: Philosophy akin to lovers

Philosophy akin to lovers when wind blows drywood on coals a thing untouched fuels the fire

Six Sided Writers Thing

I think I'm just going to write this page about stuff and things. Maybe stuff and things is cool. Maybe not. It would be great to be recognized as an artist. "What did he do," they'll say. "He did stuff and things," they'll say. That's the ticket. Just rambling about, trying to find the thought … Continue reading Six Sided Writers Thing →