35 años. Feel free to comment on my work for improvement sake. Writing is a profession where feedback is required. Why else would Ernest Hemingway talk with his stories with the likes of Gertrude Stein and Scott Fitzgerald?
35 años. Feel free to comment on my work for improvement sake. Writing is a profession where feedback is required. Why else would Ernest Hemingway talk with his stories with the likes of Gertrude Stein and Scott Fitzgerald?
An old lady down the street used to take care of me when I was young. My parents used to tell me about how dangerous it was to leave me alone, but I always thought it odd. The lady, Mrs. Berry, always brought butterscotch candies, which is usual for those of her age, and I enjoyed her company.
Her family, opposite of my own, always seemed odder still, and though I never like to judge too much, he...
I tried to be him. I learned to punch a speed bag. Lifted weights, jumped rope, and threw good punches, but it seems the closer I get to my idea of him, the further I’ve lost me. I’m buried somewhere behind his Archie comics and mountain of grandchildren who beat me to him. He loved us all, but only found time in the order of our own lives.
I blame my parents for that, but I often wonder if it w...
And lo, the bell did toll—over and over. Sometimes at the zenith of the sun, and other times, at the full moon. Sometimes on the dot of each hour, and other times, way off schedule.
And it didn’t matter when the bell rang. They gathered up their things as in a wild frenzy of terror, fearing the next ring, and ran for shelter anywhere the light of the sun was blocked, because when the bell rang, t...
Each
and every
mark
was chiseled
by
want and loss.
I
often wonder
why
I laugh and cry
and
some days remember
the
reason I scrape at scabs,
like
healing hurts
more
than never letting go.
It
is a part of me now.
I
will never forget
though
often I try.
It
is harder to forget
than
to heal my scars,
some
self inflicted,
and
others there because
I’m
just addicted....
In 1999, I left all I knew,
and looking up, the moon came, too.
In 2003, I lost innocence,
and the moon has glowed brighter ever since.
In 2007, I stayed up all night,
and the moon began to tell me about its own long night.
In 2009, I found the endless night,
and the moon joined me as I started one long night....
Buildings around me are burning
and Russians are arming nukes
while the Saudis gun up
to face off against Chinese troops.
And the battles rage on
in Europe and the Middle East,
I’m standing on the shores of Normandy
and I remember I left the kettle on.
Under shelling and heavy fire,
I’m thinking about the dirty dishes,
and wondering if I burnt the roast
when they came to force the draft.
My wi...
To use this one, first stand atop a cliff above an expanse of ocean that reaches beyond the horizon. Lift the baton high, and finding a rhythm, start to keep time, swaying hands back and forth. Your hands need to be go high, because if you keep them low, the ocean might whirlpool at the start. Keep in mind, fish live down there.
Raising your hands above your head, the water will start to rise in ...
The last week was a living room demolished by a toddler.
On Sunday, the tyke used his toy box to create a minefield of legos.
Monday, he used chocolate as the medium of a wall mural. It was abstract art.
Tuesday came and left like a consistent threat. The living room floor was clean, but he lingered, ran back and forth, and then crashed on the couch, “Boom!”
Wednesday played off by the consist...
You probably already know what I’m going to write. I put the gun from evidence in his apartment before the bust. And I’d do it again if it put that mangy, yellow, good for nothing Kirkland Franzy in a cell until the justice system could work out how to release him.
He killed Gloria. He killed others. He led us to the bodies getting a paycheck as a “psychic investigator”. I hate to plead to the c...
“A return to a more natural way of life,” is how Grayson rationalized it to himself, but he knew the truth deep down. He feared it all. The idea that in one moment the power could go out. That summer, most of his electrical system found its way to the end of a sledgehammer.
He removed the lightbulbs, the television, and even abandoned his cell phone. Flash lights were from the devil. Anything car...