It’s Here… (Nanowrimo)

It's upon me, the month it's all stitched tightly together. In a month, it'll have eyes   to peek through drawn curtains a hand to reach from the dark alleys of their imagination,   a sultry, whispering voice that's neither charming or alarming but enticing,   commanding, urging them to climb, run and jump, dash... Continue Reading →

My Story Still Continues…

I published my first book back in November. I emptied everything I struggled with into it and then sent it off to the world. My friend asks me why I haven't been promoting it and I told her the truth, even though it was kind of silly. The truth is that I'm a teeny bit... Continue Reading →

Childhood Treasure

it wasn't a doll, though I had plenty, or the cars or blocks lost in my memories I had teddy bears from wall to wall even footballs and basket balls she wanted me to have it all all she never did but mostly what I miss are the hardcovers and paperbacks she'd read aloud with... Continue Reading →

Fearless

now I spit out the bloody tooth and smile nothing scares me I’ve already seen my death come on, that’s it what else you got for me? - B. Brown This poem is from my book, Amnesia. Sometimes I have to go back and look at earlier poems to find my place again...

I Believed She’d Always Be

I Believed She’d Always Be youthfully drowsy, I believed she'd always be but I felt it, the fragility, the fatigue the trauma racking mentally, frequently allowed for it to creep silently, to fester to make her air thick and her words slick still, I couldn't fathom such a stealthy killer such an intimate thriller for... Continue Reading →

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