"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
I have always admired good direction, writing, and cinematography when it comes to movies. Even while studying certain directors and writers, whether they are established, discovering themselves, or brand new, … Continue reading Short Film Premiere
My readers, how I have missed you over the course of the past month! People occasionally ask me ‘what is writing to you’, and I find myself sticking to the … Continue reading I HaVe MisSed YoU!
Remember when you scraped your knee as a kid? Hit the ‘not so funny’ bone on your elbow as an adolescent? Delivered a paper cut to your finger as an … Continue reading Our Hour
I sat on her couch. She handed me a pill. I watched her swallow hers before I swallowed mine. She dimmed the lights in her living room and lit a … Continue reading High on Her
Creative ways to die in the twenty first century, if you are looking for a more artistic way to go – Death by Sex (great band name as well too), … Continue reading Unusual Obit
Are you scared to read me? To undress me with your e y e s with each word your brain scans, slowly pinching your f i numb g e r … Continue reading tHe cRoSsWoRds
I remember her and I know she remembers me and we will continue to do so forever. There is no other way for us to live. I could try to … Continue reading The Last Time
In a reality that seemed like a dream, I hit the snooze button on the alarm and drifted away for a couple more hour long minutes. In a dream that … Continue reading Was It A Dream?
She Was She was sitting on a park bench, basking in the lukewarm sun. The only shade that cloaked her body was when a cloud passed in front of the … Continue reading She Was, He Was
Hello, you! I’m sorry I missed your call and you missed mine. Long time no talk! *my mind runs rampant* How long has it really been, I think. No time … Continue reading 1 Missed Call
I went to the grocery store today. They did not have any strawberries. Or cherries. Or green bananas. Or fresh oranges. I immediately thought, figures, considering. I tried looking for … Continue reading nOn-cOmmOn sEnsE
(I looking at looking me) I pull at me’s skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, … Continue reading I Reflect Me
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