You have broken meRestless Night.Like an etherized patient,my touch misses a dreamand my eyes cannot stream.My heart has turned vacant.Restless Night — You’ve ravaged my glee.
Pete set his one-puffed cigar on the ashtray, withdrew from his pocket a squirt gun, and slammed the damn thing right on the center of the table, shattering the poker chip pile. Typical Pete. He always had some stupid toy — something “his buddies gave him” — to bet at poker night. For a…
The middle-aged man left his breakfast and wife at the table to go smoke a cigarette on the front porch. He didn’t have the urge, but in the…
A boy slinked himself around the house corner, carefully planting each step to prevent any sound.
A throbbing heartbeat deafened his ears.
He approached the door of an old, beaten building, something which felt more like a prison to him than anything else.
I engaged with Francis Pedraza in conversation yesterday and, as usual, it should have been recorded for the content was invaluable. Fortunately, God has gifted humans with something called memory.
Dear Skyler,
You can do it. You can write. Just because you write a story, poem, essay, or journal but do not see immediate results does not imply you are unable to function within the craft. Do not consider the skills of others. Sure, there are people in your classes who…
In seventh grade I fucked up Jeremy so bad my knuckles were probably as swollen as his eye. Jeremy was the scrawny white boy who…
