Like Pain is Kitsch

There's too much sh*t and not enough words. A Christian college was supposed to be good for my language, edifying I suppose. Ah, well. You know what they say about a "well-placed damn." There's dried blood on these typewriter keys. Let's fix that. I've been away awhile. The bleeding never stopped. Only the words did.... Continue Reading →

Manifesto

I believe in writing that whispers. I believe in writing that doesn't shout to get your attention. It snaps, only once. *Snap* To beckon you in, to draw you closer. To lean in, to hold eye contact. To listen, writer to reader. Voice to voice. If you can't hear it, draw a little closer. I'll... Continue Reading →

Rest

He hung there, suspended between surface and depth, oxygen and solvent, ripples and stillness. The turtle stayed perfectly still, webbed feet motionless, his head just barely protruding from the deceptive water. He floated, indefinably content in the patch of sunlight that was picking its way though the adjacent tree branches to grace the water's nebulous... Continue Reading →

Intertwined

Do you ever have those moments when you just soak up people? You just absorb them because you want to know everything they are. Do you ever desire to read their life story, splayed before you like the pages of an encyclopedia? Every experience that moldedĀ them, defined; every action, its cause and effect; every word... Continue Reading →

Scraps of Paper

I can't write about it because I wasn't there. But I've grown up in its aftermath. Every autumn, that one day. Homework wasn't due; assignments weren't added; class wasn't roudy or noisy. And, for one of the few times of the year, the old box-set TV screens were turned on, buzzing to life as disoriented... Continue Reading →

If Only

I was so meek, so insecure. So tentative, I couldn't see everything it kept me from. Everything it kept me from. How am I supposed to be a great author, like TolkienĀ and C.S. Lewis, when I did not spend my childhood authoring? When my waking moments were not dedicated to creating, composing, writing like they... Continue Reading →

Fighting Goodbye

The three stood in a silent circle, gazing down at the sleepy little dog, lingering in the kitchen like night mist before the idyllic rise of the morning blaze. The silence hung like fog on their skin, in their eyes, in their lungs. As empty as ghosts, as overflowing as giddy children. To be such... Continue Reading →

New Goodbyes

Life changes. A guaranteed constant. Everyone always tells you that it's good. That, while it's sad to leave some places and people behind, whatever comes will be just as good, maybe better. More of life to experience and enjoy. Often times this is subsequently accompanied by an earnest afterthought of cherish the present moments too,... Continue Reading →

The Company of Rain

She appreciated the company of the rain, the only company she currently had. It was cold and unrelenting, but it was present. The sound of the drops ruptured in waves, at times deafening, at others melodic, drumming against the roofs, streaming off the awnings to crash into the shifting cement below. It seemed to breathe... Continue Reading →

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