After the 2016 election, I gave George Orwell a shot. I had read 1984 in college for my own enjoyment during the Bush administration to feel like a good liberal. But I did not remember too much about it. But when I tried to read it in early 2017, I could not get past the …
Bill needed a walk. The wet spring breeze that entered his car as he drove home did not provide enough clarity. He needed a lighter air to encompass him. Without even stepping foot inside his parents’ home, he started down the street. A few neighbors were outside but none of them were familiar. He waved …
I write poems. I write short stories. I write personal stories. I have written short little stories for as long as I could remember. I would write these little plays about animals and their friendships when I was a small kid. I created a comic strip with a friend where she would draw it and …
Four words away, From a dream coming true. Four words away, From a life starting anew. Memories appear Each second my mind wanders Through the events that brought a smile, Through all the good things ever said. But they land on the moments of guile. Where dreams become shattered With grass blowing in the wind. …
The bell over the door dinged. A couple of older couples were at booths on opposite sides of the diner. The man who entered the door asked, “Are you still serving?” The woman near the cash register responded, “It’s only 7:30. We got lots of hours of pie service left ahead of us.” She bent …
Below is a new poem that I have been working on. I wanted it to read in one long post, so I will differentiate this opening from the rest. I came up with it at 4:15 three weeks ago at work. I read a word in a case and it stuck in my head. Here …
When I was growing up, I thought some things just happened, meaning that I didn’t have to work for it. I figured I would get taller. I believed that pectoral muscles, like breasts, just appeared one day and therefore all the girls would stare at my chest in the same way that I stared at …