Month: September 2010

I see guns of rancor, red bullets, too,I see them kill the hopes I knewAnd I think to myselfHow screw up is this world. I see skies of gray, and Continue Reading →

How long will it take to figure this out:That a sword is sharpened on both of its sides?Never to embrace, or shake hands —It’s made to slash hopes and veins. That Continue Reading →

As much as I like my daily cappuccinos (very dry and with skim milk, pawleeze), I like scones with my coffee just as much. I am known to walk away Continue Reading →

(From my novel) The door was unlocked.She entered his room slowly, grimacing at the dim light comingFrom the narrow windows that highlighted the bare walls.He took everything but the old Continue Reading →