Across a Black Sky
Still the question lingers.. could you be my calling?…I don’t feel so well today… I think I am finally reached my final point. I’m talking about the point where faces become more like cubist comments on human nature. Where noses become so sharp they seem to cut into your soul, like a scalpel digging for...
Winter Wonderland
The scent of pine needles was always a frightening one, the aroma creeping up the stairs – signaling alarm for me. I would peer over the sides of the handrail as my father violently dragged a rope-bound tree through the front door. He would then put on a cheerful Christmas record, and holler from the...
Gifts That Are Hourglasses
I saw my reflection in the glossy book cover. It was the kind of book with the tell-tale scripty title font that seemed to chant “I’m full of shit… I’m full of shit.” I’ve always been a little perturbed by Christian dogma. But in my friends trembling hands, the book charmed me. She offered it...
Casual Sex ..Is It Irrational?
It beats like a drum, in harmony with the synthesizer beats at the club last night. Thump thump thump. It explodes in thousands of colors… colors more like temperatures – bursting in orgasmic pulses, throughout every limb. It flickers, then ignites for that impressive instant… until it consumes its beholder. And all that’s left are...
