“Oh, sweet summer, here at last…so goes the old poem. There was nothing cheerful about that summer, as I was coping with a terrible loss. My girlfriend, to whom I was engaged, had died in a horrific car accident a few weeks before the Summer’s Beginning Festival, and this was my first festival season without […]Read more "Summer Days, Empty Nights: A Short Story"
“There was not much to do that summer night near the winery, for all was not well in my mind. I could not bear to look up from my computer, as I wrote her swan song. She was not long for this world, the cancer had spread aggressively to her organs and lymph nodes, but […]Read more "The Tears are Flowing and So is the Wine: A Short Story"
“Sleep, my angel, for the night has fallen, the realm around us falls silent, the crickets chirp, The wind whistles through our hair. The earth cradles us, two lovers, like children of Mother Earth and Father Time. I hold you, trembling in the heart of the night, dreaming the dream of pure-hearted bliss, for the […]Read more "Canon of a Lover’s Dream: A Short Story"
“The end of that summer was marked by an endless period of crystal, warm rain, something not out of the ordinary for the warm latitudes. The cherry trees were green and lush as I stood in the rain, by the largest tree in the orchard. I had my rain poncho, the one she had given […]Read more "You Can’t Fight The Tears That Ain’t Coming: A Short Story"
“Today I saw a man go by, upon him, was a suit and tie, but everything that I did spy, was twisted, contorted and torn asunder, which made me stand and wonder, why must this man go walking by, while wearing his suit and tie, twisting turning shearing flesh, from the hundreds of people in […]Read more "Nephilim, the Chaos: A Short Story"
“As I I sit alone in this empty house, that doesn’t bother me, for I think best when I’m alone. I sit here with my computer, creating a world for myself. I listen to the rain patter the roof, the steady, soothing sounds of spring outside, I’m taken to another world. A world of ancient […]Read more "Young Hariya: A Short Story"
“I saw her one morning, sleeping under the cherry tree in the springtime, the time of rebirth and new beginnings. She looked just like I wanted her to, tall, slender, beautiful, in a lovely spring outfit. Taken by the sight of this woman, alone and in nature, I sat down on a nearby rock, drew […]Read more "Don’t Wake Her From Her Slumber: A Short Story"
“Lonely lies the path before me, on and on it draws me far. Night is still, all sounds of earth die around me, it is just me and my solitude, star speaks to star. Clothed in darkness is my body, and slumber it does seek, as I look to the heavens above, majestically shining bright. […]Read more "The Oak Tree: A Short Story"
“I’m thinking of you, on this silent early spring day, if it’s wrong to love you, then I just cannot be right. I drown in your thoughts and won’t pull through without you by my side, for I cannot sleep, dream or even write without thinking of this, the one I am looking for. I […]Read more "The Silence of Early Spring: A Short Story"
I hate people. I hate humanity. I feel it is my duty to teach this ignorant, broken, head-in-its-ass world a lesson in the way things ought to run, that is my purpose on Earth. If you have nothing positive to contribute to this world or my writing, then I don’t want you to live on […]Read more "If you have nothing to contribute, don’t talk."