Where poetry and stories collide.



Everything and the Kitchen Sink (journal)

Its been a while since I've done of these...I was thinking when I finally did write another journal piece I'd be writing about happy things. You know, new job, some trip I'd taken, some breakthrough that I'd recently gotten. In... Continue Reading →

How to Love (prose)

If I were a man Walking in your shoes, This is what I would do. I'd make sure my woman knew she was loved. In some way, everyday, I'd show it. Tell her I love her smile How she dresses... Continue Reading →

Naked (poem)

Strip Expose Reveal You try to cover yourself. Afraid of what realities may come to light, In the light. The truth, so abhorrent, You enshroud in darkness. But it is there... Somewhere lurking between who you are And what you... Continue Reading →

Disappointed Hopes (prose)

I stopped dreaming long ago. Dreams are always cloaked in shades of gray. Even the ones bright with promise, Fade away in the glorious light of the morning Sun. I've ceased to dream. The bursting of balloon is a feeling... Continue Reading →

Forgotten (simile)

Like dirty sock on the floor, Like a used tube of toothpaste, Like old clothing that doesn't anymore, Like childhood dream jobs, Like watching your friends succeed while you watch from the sideline, I sit on the bench and watch... Continue Reading →

Journal: Marriage and the Ever After

So I'm up late listening to one of my favorite artists Mali Music and a song from his second album called "Heavy Love". Great song. Its all about finding love and making that thing last for the rest of your... Continue Reading →

Insecure (prose)

I dread the idea of people preferring your company to mine. The idea that presented with the choice, My friends would choose you over me. I hate how situations like this expose my flaws, Those defects of character I'd prefer... Continue Reading →

Tomorrows (prose)

Tomorrow, the magical land of make believe. A place where all the dreams I make for myself, go to die. A place where I think, I could possibly go, But, you, maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow. The funny thing about tomorrow, Is... Continue Reading →

Picking Petals (poem)

If I shared my story with you, Would you read it or critique its composition? If I shared my rose with you, Would you praise its color or pick its petals Trying, in some twisted way, to determine a love... Continue Reading →

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