And he sat there beneath the stairs and wondered why he would even bother doing this. He’d known her for so long. She loved whitewashed jeans, tea-scented shampoo, and cozy sweaters with the sleeves rolled up tight. He, on the other hand, loved her velvet hair, her  coffee-colored eyes, and her sugarcane smile. So here…

  Sit and feel the world surround you.  Sit and feel the earth below Sit and feel the skies above you Sit and embrace the world you know.  And know that nothing is known, not really.  Know your path still winds away.  Feel it striding, striving, striking  As the skies fade- gold to gray.   

When Halloween is over, never fear! All the stores will try their hardest to remind you that Santa season is just around the corner. Maybe Thanksgiving too. 

  Tonight is the night when all souls leap from the shadows Behind frosted glass and wicked arches they hide They leap they scurry they fly upon the dark winds of the night.  And tonight clouds reign above the orange yellow sun And everything turns murky as little faces peer through the looking glass And into…

It’s the day where I’m thinking back on my visit to the city which I took Thursday night, and I can see the whole weekend stretching ahead of me with  open arms. Here’s a toast to infinity. A toast to weekends. And a toast to precious, dreamless waking! For the weekends are my infinity… And…

  She put her head down towards the ground, muddied, bloodied, a skull weighing fifty ton more than it ought to. The vein on her forehead throbbed as her migraine returned, the one that returned every autumn with a vengeance. Yet now, all she could see were the black-laced branches above her. Howling, screaming, the trees…

   Peace is rare to keep. It is the sound the heart sows For silence to sleep. 

   Do you ever write something and worry that you’ll be put into a psychiatric ward after publishing it? Is that the sign of a good story or a strange mind?   

Sometimes little things Make you scream Like mean little pictures About everything.  And the lights of the day Ranging from orange till black Make you hear all the things In the dark Which go CRACK.  …and you know you hear someone At the window? At the door? And you feel some whispering you didn’t feel…

Waking up on a Saturday morning is wonderful. I can get work done. I can smell a fresh cup of coffee brewing downstairs and I’m already hungry and imagining a decadently fluffy stack of pancakes calling my name. And the best part is that I feel so relaxed, rejuvenated, and ready to take on this…