July Snow | Short Story

A small pile of snow had gathered upon a spot on the pavement outside the schoolhouse, right next to the slightly ajar gate. The snow that had came last week had all vanished, save for that one pile in the shade. July sunlight had came and made the grasses shine and made the concrete burn–and…

Quondam Winds (Part 1)

A desert literacy story for a contest. Enjoy! Long sheets of black hair weighed down by the heavy atmosphere and flying particles of sand, a girl sat patiently in the shade of a dune and studied the thousands of books surrounding her. The girl’s last memory had been when she and her father were practicing…

Pervasive Words| Limnisa Contest Story

“stay rude” ~ 1997 A flood began the night Agapa’s husband left. Shutters were torn down from the aggressive vigor of the rain, and the gutters were so filled to the brim with water that Avram slipped and broke his nose on his way to his car. Agapa watched him go from the dripping window,…

Dark Angel in Lonesome Town | Dark Hero

Everything was dark and quiet except for the ghostly call of the man (now very far away) and the faint plucking of his strings, singing:
“Maybe down in lonesome town, I can learn to forget…”

Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem

Rustling to scurrying.  Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls.  Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child  Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win.  Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring… they were ready…  ~ Hello and hello! I took…

The Guy Who Invented String Cheese

Baker. Frank Baker. 1976. String cheese. – “Look, it’s Frank! The string cheese guy!” “String cheese! Yeah!” Thunderous voices found Mr. Baker, and all he could do was smile with a wave of his hand. He was old now, not yet dead but making great strides towards his headstone.  “Do you happen to  have any…

Stairs to a Gaze | Poem

Put down in a pasture Meandering tongues and hands Counting, counted, and counting on more Never once thought of again, never spoken henceforth. – A time and temple of thought and solitude, more of bitterness and less of love Now just a deserted place that no person should enter Wondering, wondered, and wondering again Divine…

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L8x00ve What is it? Is it a race you join See who can finish? Or is it like… a light? That guides you somewhere safe? Thinking about it brings me in darkness, pulls me out of outer space, and people say it’s a reckless dream to chase. ~ What is it? Is it loud? Can…

Innocentless Youths | Poem

Based on my book, Accursed Red. A conversational poem between two troubled girls, Ismus and Linnasoeta. ~ I’m trying my best to get to you But my life is hard too. You’re not the only with borders. You’re not the only one with orders. Heaven and hell Know them both quite well. It’s funny you…