Poetry

Cover my bones in paper and also let me inhale through the script. Give me a chance to be sewed up by your ink.

Poetry

Desolate fathers and mothers – They incredible us with impassive grins Stowing away rapidly their well used History Books Underneath their terrible cushions. Their lifeless eyes and

Story

The power of the front entryway pummeling shut blew an untidy load of printed material into a snowstorm of bills and booklets. Charlie burst into the

Thoughts

Life is all about momentum. All of us start small, grow rapidly, hit a high and the momentum then dissipates over time. If you don’t