Nonfiction writer looking to expand my literary horizon by working on a novel and a non-fiction sequel that delves deeper into the themes of my first book.
Nonfiction writer looking to expand my literary horizon by working on a novel and a non-fiction sequel that delves deeper into the themes of my first book.
Like clockwork, my mood shifts as the night appears.
This rocky marriage of moon and mood has plagued me since I was just a boy.
Joy evaporates, and my mind prepares for war,
to fight these invisible, familiar, and persistent monsters.
They never miss their appointment, forever consistent.
Unfortunately, I know their presence—never original.
They attack my body through my shoulders, pinni...
“What is it, Clark?” Lois asked, her brow creased with worry. “This isn’t like you. Are you okay? Why did you ask me to meet you up here?”
Clark turned to face her, the evening light casting a soft glow over her signature purple dress. For a moment, he hesitated. The words he’d practiced in his head evaporated, replaced by the weight of what he was about to say.
Behind him, the skyline stretched...