A Most Inopportune Time

My muse often visits me at most inconvenient times With two crows making love on a lamppost When one flies into the city to tell Johnny Something of an urgent manner "Finish up your delivery, and we shall move on with our lives" Warm pizza left in front of an apartment Running from the knocks on the... Continue Reading →

When I Was But a Child

I have scars from when I was but a child The days when I was allowed to be reckless and wild And amidst tragedies I didn't yet understand, I smiled And I never knew the novel I'd become was being compiled   I have scars from when I was a young man With confidence and... Continue Reading →

Where Do Wishes Go?

(This is a scene from a book I'm currently working on. For a little background, Rachel and Alice are eleven years old.) Rachel stared at the field full of flowers with carefully considered ambivalence. It was the type of field you only see in childish memories and Hollywood: bright green grass dotted with yellow and... Continue Reading →

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