The Scavenger Hunt
The Scavenger Hunt comes twice a year where both children and adults discover what it is they need. The children look for fun and joy. The adults continue to not know. The children win each year.
Two Page Stories
Faces & Gestures
Spasms burst through the face of an innocent onlooker. He enthralled in the vicinity of the emphatic burrow forgot his demeanor. Control. Control at all times. The blue feeling that felt freely sometimes unfreely bought him lost hope. He wouldn’t recover. He tried before. A little of him was
Reclusive Empire
I’ve always thought what would come would be a past time of my accomplishments that traversed the memories estranged by past vigor. Trigger passed down in one movement like an opera with too loud of a sonata screaming at full lungs petrifying the escaping thoughts. The shadowed darkness prolonged
The Other Marathoner
The rain departs with attention of the deceased soldier. Dead, tired, shrunk down in ego in victory that rested today. For five days she fought, prepared through hurdles, obligations to duty to her family, to her estate. In tears, sweat, covered in dirt and blood in lieu of her humanity
Kill Me
With a broken heart I have walked up the ten thousand gate mountain. What do I feel at the peak? Legs.
Bellhop
It's not what you have thought,
not what you have hoped for.
You hope for more,
for it to be the next thing.
But that's not her plan,
she’s got her own schedule,
of healing,
from the broken heart,
that will never come.
Not for
Moments of Beauty
He finds himself rushing through the same street that a year ago he appreciated for each moment. Now the journey turned into a route, removing the joy and bringing confusion over the moment to moment, the life of the street, and the dominance of the few over others. During the