100 Day Project Three – Day 2
DAY 2 (June 13th, 2018) IF I COULD REACH If I could reach into the past and pluck a petal from that ghostly flower I’d pull you back and tell you that I l...
DAY 2 (June 13th, 2018) IF I COULD REACH If I could reach into the past and pluck a petal from that ghostly flower I’d pull you back and tell you that I l...
DAY 1 (June 12th, 2018) ON WRITING POETRY The first verse is easy. The second one strained. The third one is broken. The fourth one maimed. Daily Word Count: 12...
I started my first 100 day project a little over a year ago. For three months over the summer, I spent time during the week and much time over the weekends writ...
THE STEPS Step One: Let go of anger and hate, for they otherwise will consume you. Step Two: Let go of sorrow. It will pass. Step Three: Find peace in the prese...
Not Ready I’m not ready to die just yet. I’ll keep pushing this body past its years. God will forgive me if I covet yours for a little longer if I o...
A Prose Poem Resurrection The bird had been broken—shot through by a huntress with a cavernous mouth and teeth like stalactites and from its depths was heard a ...
Here are some pics of downtown Indy, some windmills on the way to Chicago, and Chicago itself. Enjoy! 365 Photo Journey Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it...
Your Words I once thought to bind you with my words, but now to your words I wish only to be bound— and to the devil if they fall on faces bittered by the...