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A Dog and Its Vomit: a short story

Jack placed the pen down on the desk and started his day. Sunlight poked through the window as he opened the refrigerator. He pulled out the carton and cracked two eggs into a small bowl. He yawned and beat the yolks. His hands moved without much thought. Oil in the pan, little butter, eggs inContinue reading “A Dog and Its Vomit: a short story”

Final Pages: a poem

Taking shelter at the bus stopBitter rain pouring downStreaking glass Pull the novel from my backpackReading final pagesMinutes pass Characters say their last goodbyesFallen brothers buriedHeartbreak stirs Story finished, and so am IBus arrives, pay my fareEngine purrs

The Leap: a short story

The Leap or: Propelling the Digital HQ into the Synergized and Optimized World of Future Commerce Solutions and Customer Success: Story of a Regional Executive Assistant Marketing Manager of Brand Development Ambassador Associates Nolan reached into his cupboard to retrieve a box of cereal. The box featured a cartoon tiger who claimed that the flakesContinue reading “The Leap: a short story”

Simple Scene: a poem

How pretty does the swan appearDrifting down the pondHow strongly do the hearts endearAll God’s creatures bond How proudly does the tree prevailDay, night, and seasonHow softly does my mind exhaleNo thoughts, no reason How quickly does the rain crash downPeople heading homeHow slowly walking into townThrough wet streets I roam

Random Rush: a poem

Thank God I’ve never been diagnosedWith that weird bipolar thingCourse I behave the same as mostEveryone gets that fuzzy feelingOn the top of their brainWhen they’re feeling goodCan’t even remember painAnd even if I could,I don’t think I’d stopListenin’ to those same old groovesClassic rock, funk, and popYou know I still got the movesSome ofContinue reading “Random Rush: a poem”

Whatever Time It Is: a poem

I’m exhaustedI’m comfortableI’m free from aches and pains The air is coolThe room is darkThe bed is cozy Yet Sleep eludes meHiding in some crack in the wallLike the pest it always is

Nature Walk: a poem

Walking through the woods, mushrooms a-plentyGathered in my bag, fifteen or twentyBreathing in the air, windy and crispyPushes at my hair, slightly too wispyRemnants of the storm, ripped up and scatteredFallen trees despair, beaten and battered

Huh?: a couple poems

Huh? Part One I think we can all agreeThat being straight and whiteIs simply the bestCompletely superior Wait a second, I thought we were talking about teeth! Huh? Part Two So long there, friendSo sad to see you go,to throw it all way We all knew the potential you hadIf you just came out ofContinue reading “Huh?: a couple poems”