When I was young, the thought of change scared me to death. Nightmares of moving out of my childhood home robbed me of sleep. My heart broke when friends were forced to move away. I wept tears over the transfer of our old refrigerator from the kitchen to the basement. Change was not my friend. […]
There exists a shift from feeling like you’re going to live forever to one where seconds begin slipping like water through the gaps in your fingers. Securing a grip on the time we have is an impossible feat. Yet we are good at lying to ourselves. We reassure our mortal bodies that forever is real, […]
Wrote the following piece nearly three years ago. Things change in sometimes drastic measure. What strikes me about this work is the voice in it. I recognize myself here. Young as I was. Young and idealistic and in love. My how things change. We woke up together, as we usually do. I, ever the pushy […]
Turbulent times are quick to summon anxiety, angst, fear. Like jumping from a cliff, the rush elicits a carnal reaction to the goings-on. It’s only natural to respond in such a way. My writings reflect that. I wanted to write something authentic but also positive. For as much darkness that follows me through life’s transgressions, […]
When the tv show The Walking Dead made its debut on cable tv, I was a sophomore in high school on Halloween night. A heavy advertisement campaign for the show meant I was aware of its impending premiere. My fascination with horror lent me enough intrigue with the zombie drama that I recorded it. I […]
A poem about pain.
I’ll admit it. I was not a cool kid growing up. Far from it.
We were confined to the closet in a home I knew well. It changed owners often and I visited with every new iteration. This was round 3 in the rotation and the oddest one yet. The girl of the house, the oldest one, was a year my junior. Her father was a cop and her […]
What happens when you encounter something that was once only text on a webpage?
My life is a series of peaks and valleys. Years pass with months of utter bliss dotting the seasons. Slowly these golden hues of happiness lose out to a more solemn and colorless gray. This proceeds further until all color is sapped. To rise from the numb security of sleep is an assault on the […]
