These Are The Days
These are the days a creative type person hopes for. Quiet house, no impending items on my itinerary, just me, my drive, and reaching for the distant star of my
These are the days a creative type person hopes for. Quiet house, no impending items on my itinerary, just me, my drive, and reaching for the distant star of my
The darkness is a beast. Swallowing light it consumes all vision. Fat from the extinguishing of flames, he waits. Fathomless and with no end, the monster roams the abyss. The
Standing around, as I do, listening to the people talking as they work, I had a thought. As the pain pulses through my right side, I silently offered a prayer
The corner, just above the door, unsettles me. I can’t move my eyes from it. Breathe, dummy. It’s just an entrance to the attic crawlspace. Just a three-foot by four-foot
The metal of his lunch box clanged, caved and rebounded as he bounced it off his knee in anxious waiting. His eyes looked for his feet, to see his