2020

Thursday morning at ~2:AM my younger brother was shot on his way home from his job at Taco Bell, at a Circle K in our town.  I imagine he stopped to buy a soda and was accosted by someone demanding his backpack.  The thief then shot my brother and absconded with the bag.   A bag,…

Project for Completion   It's not just the state of the event that brings fulfillment, slots a missing puzzle piece in the chest, and gives a sense of pride.  I find it to be in the creation of the process, the task itself, leading to an adventure, a race against a clock or the self…

What is this ailment that confounds my soul?  Some sickness, disease, a malady of the spirit, a force that proves less than benign.   I'm pockmarked, beset upon by droves of symptoms.  nauseous, wildly unpredictable, vivid hallucinations of events that have not yet or may never transpire, I am si...

They can't be choosers, and what comfort in having no choices to make.  Said with such earnest honesty that you almost believe it to be that case.  But sight unseen, I remain to this day comforted by the sight of an old man and his dog begging for scraps on my way up to the…

The city infested by the plague. the peasants turned to their priests with no knowledge of epidemiology, turned to prayer, and packed pews to turn the pestilence aside. Of course, this proved to spread the ailment further than before.    As the problem grew worse, they declared the problem with t...

She was out on the prowl, from her leather whip to her sewn in cowl.  The skintight leather suit, claws at every end, a rending scowl that would not know enemy from friend.  The Redlight turned on, meant she was out, the things the night dreaded, and filled criminals with doubt.  Black high heels...

It's been spoken, and I've often said, I'd know my kin where they made of lead.   In truth like a puzzle, these pieces fit, and if I had a hammer, I'd certainly prove it. A nail jammed through a hardened place, recursed to show a little faith.  Built-in branches like a tree fort, craftsmanship, q...

When what's written on the page becomes sunbleached and weathered with age The yellowed paper leaks ink like blood the horror from before the flood Unread, lost to ravages of time Memorium remembered  but not a single line Death of the author a final nail in the coffin A blow like this to the spi...

"...Bring your bathing suit"  Her heart sank reading the last time to the coveted invitation to the most popular girl in school's birthday party.  It was to be held at her fabulous and wealthy estate, up in the upper crust hills of the city.  Mary Lou Depardieu, the very name almost made Gretchen...

Samiel's trial had been nothing if not expedient, the choir had all but judged him guilty of rebellion immediately.  After all, he'd been witnessed by the entire host chanting his own name from the battlefields and demanding his stay and position for the throne since he'd first been denied what h...