"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 →

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 →

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

...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 →

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

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 →

The many lives of Mr. Bree Grow and fade like leaves on trees He did that thing he was to do. He didn't do it, is option two. Three other things he tried. Four times about it, he lied. Five days for forty, he was to work. Six of the seven, he acted like a … Continue reading Mr. Bree →

"Blank pages Friday, that's all we have, blank pages..." Doc drifted into a mutter as he frantically looked through the clutter. "I've found one," shrieked Friday, "A letter! A whole gull derned letter!" She turned to face Doc, "Will this be enough? Can we make a word now?" She suddenly realized she was standing there … Continue reading Friday Finds A Letter, or; It’s Friday →