Category: writings

Stardate 65186 She said that during a scary movie, she grabs whoever’s there. But if SHE were grabbing ME, she’d see I really care. I wouldn’t be hard like jocks with muscles Who make there moves, and always...

The church was black and musty. The stones, hard and cold. They whispered to each other of the woman in their hold. The girl was bright and beautiful. Her skin, it had a glow. And though the darkness beat and bruised, Her beauty...

I was bringing my cousin to the campfire and discovered my brother, my cousin Zak, and two uncles making music. I sat there for hours. Below is a sonnet about that night: Family Campfire a sonnet Songs six beers deep, or blood...

I’ve been having an interesting conversation about hope recently on one of the social network deals. It got me thinking about the past few years. Then about the past few years before that. I saw someone close go through...