This was once a spiral bound notebook I’m transcribing these handwritten words from. “You can’t have the wire,” she spoke sternly. I stared blankly at the floor. My eyes moved from the spot on the wall to the floor, tiled … Continue reading Spiral Bound
There comes a point when you have to let go, whether it’s a person, people, friends, family, situations, food, your body. The idea of control is an illusion, a complete fallacy. Generally speaking, the things we attempt to control end … Continue reading Short Stories 3.
“What did you take?” the nurse asked. “He didn’t say.” And that was that; my mind trailed off, lost and removed from a sentence I couldn’t finish. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. I drowsily let my eyes … Continue reading Short Stories 2
It was Halloween time. I was in college and doing crunches in my friends dorm room as we got ready to go out. If I ate anything I’d run a mile for every calorie. ——— I was 16. I was … Continue reading Short Stories
“Don’t let them break you,” he told me. He stared at me intently, as if searching to see if his words were landing or hitting some place inside of me. He was looking at the inward flame although dim, still … Continue reading Thank you.
You made your decision, That life was worth living, Without me, Without me. Now you’re out of time, And I’m out of reach. I swore I would never sing about these kind of things. Yet you brought the memories; Rose … Continue reading Into The Sea
You are not your failures. You are not your shortcomings. You are not your weaknesses. You are not your circumstances. If you can lay hold of your identity, not defined and confined by your deeds and doings, but who you … Continue reading Major Keys
3/17/18: Green eyes. 🍀 I’m the only one in my family with green and color changing eyes. Throughout the years I noted that even people that married into our family had blue eyes. I was always jealous of blue eyes. … Continue reading Green Eyes.
I’m still writing about what hurts. My first official blog post on this site was just over a year ago and it began with: “Well, this is not a novel–yet–so in proper form, I present a good ole, perhaps mistake-ridden, … Continue reading The Pain Game.
Coffee is not your average Joe. ☕️ Look, I love coffee. I love coffee so much, I’m writing a stinking blog about it to tell you why you should love Joe too. As proof to my intense feelings for coffee, … Continue reading Joe