A Tattoo of a Quill


June 2017


Samuel's eyes felt hot and dry and sticky, like they were cooking in his head. Hell, they might be, he thought, and then immediately regretted it. The fire was all around now, a roaring, swirling wall of chaotic irony, mocking... Continue Reading →



Dread lives with me like a ragged junk yard cat that wandered into my home one day and won't leave. It's there in the morning, on my drive into work--formless, forcing me to search for a reason I'm feeling this... Continue Reading →

Week 24: Numbers

24. Numbers:¬†Write a poem or journal entry about numbers that have special meaning to you. I don't know. I don't like numbers, and I don't think they've ever liked me. There's a malevolence to numbers, a sort of hostile, exclusionary... Continue Reading →

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