The Muse, of which there are two - (Artist: Aya Kato) And from my fingers, the words bemuse - Her chilled fingers calmed the pooled blood of battle and she reveled in the brief relief behind her swollen eyes. It has never been said that Eve did not cry. Yet the storm can only build … Continue reading The Chemistry of Tears
Well, I took a little time away from this page, settled into my career and embarked on a ridiculous challenge of Cannabis Infused Orgasms. It was completely over the top, although tastefully done...for the most part. But the lesson is that the challenge I embarked upon sparked something in me and I’ve once again found … Continue reading Sifting Through the Ashes
It was a scene I had only imagined as a child. My grandmother's house bustling with people, the smell of freshly percolated coffee piping from her stove-top, the aroma filling the tiny apartment. How this space held her, her husband, and their dozen children, I couldn't comprehend. My childhood had been the complete opposite - … Continue reading Chapter 1 – Sins of the Father
Continuing to write fiction...one day at a time. If I were a different type of person, I could likely find a reason for such treason. I could blame my parents for being too strict, perhaps, in some cosmic sense, I'm to pay for the sins of my father...and maybe even the sins of my mother. … Continue reading The Adulteress
I've decided to start writing again...I don't really understand why I ever stop. I suppose it's because it drains me to think about topics and, then weave words that desire to be read. But here I go...again. "I am an adulteress." I repeated this to myself, as I searched the reflection in the mirror for … Continue reading New Fiction
As I walked through the blank spaces in my mind, this thought occurred to me, offering some semblance of relief. I can't say that I was fretting about my blank mind, I suppose I was just searching for...well...something, anything, that made sense, or perhaps was an epiphany. It seemed that as I grasped for each … Continue reading A Walk Through Nothing
In these moments I have found a greater appreciation for my solitary condition. These moments have forced me to stop running from my mind and give up the trappings of materialism. Had I never known love, I would not have found a true appreciation for the most simple weed and the vast abilities of the … Continue reading A Sober Thought
I generally only have creative thoughts when I'm high...but somehow this bubbled out of my sober mind...
I don't remember where my head was when I wrote these words...but I do remember that I was stoned.