I was in the 5th grade when he called me a whore. What else could we have been playing but Minecraft, back then in its prime, a world of simple blocks and concrete shapes building an escape for some bored children on a hot spring day. He was my older sister’s friend, a striking 6-foot-something, face graced with handsome cheekbones and an angular nose; smile … Continue reading SHORT STORY: In Which Nothing Happens

By the springs that gave it its name, Where the pioneers dared to travel, Here, a growing land of mystery, yet of fame, That’s potential is not yet realized, and starting to unravel. The great Indians now in honor rest, Just like the settlers now in history, And time may make us forget, the best: The nature that was once here, that was free. On … Continue reading POETRY: Dripping Springs

10:47 P.M. Its that time of the night again. Taking two steps at a time up the stairs, every step feeling heavier than the last, I feel the dark wooden railing against my palm. As I approach the top of the stairs, I hear a soft noise. Clinging onto a circular wooden piece at the edge of the railing, I turn my head to look … Continue reading SHORT STORY: The Man That Comes At Night

I peek around the corner and I smile upon you as the day begins, See you as you go off to work, Beam, much to your chagrin In the beginning Then I have a clear view As I surpass the corner And say goodbye to my crew Of friends, Sky and Sea; I feel a bit warmer with passion, As I long to join you … Continue reading POETRY: The Tarnished Sun’s Harvest

The fugitive looked out at rain-slapped windows from his mile high roost. The polished buildings bathed in  chromatic advertising. Blaring sirens crept up the concrete towers, and his synthetic ears identified the danger. Dark red pooled at his stomach. Only lived six years, but he still saw more than the humans ever could. He knew that he wasn’t so different, so did Descartes. He bled … Continue reading Poetry: Cogito Ergo Sum

Sirens blared across the city of Cleveland as the rainbow cloud of death swept throughout the land. Two men had already died. Dozens more were injured in various car crashes and other accidents. Even a couple horses became fatally injured in the chaos. All of this pain and suffering from a seemingly harmless charity event. The year was 1986. The month was September. The day … Continue reading Short Story: Balloons

That time again came; It is the season premiere of Downton Abbey, but that meant nothing to me. What got me jumping up and down was that while my Mom was downstairs drinking wine with her friend Jenifer, I would be upstairs with Jenifer’s daughter Delia. In my tiny bathroom we would stick our feet in a nasty blow up foot bath, and paint our … Continue reading Short Story: The Cold War of Fifth Grade