Fiction & Non-fiction

the mission at stake

I want to show you everything. Just read between the lines and, by a round of applause, tell me how you feel. I don't write about nature, or how my paper heart may break as I sit in a graveyard. I don't enjoy what I do, but I have to, because I like to inflict bad poetry on the general public.

I was kind enough to offer explanations at the bottom of each work of fiction/non-fiction. I'm always intrigued as to why people wrote a certain something, so I took a nose-dive into my memory banks and tried to conjure up something reasonable. That's charity work, as far as I'm concerned, because my writing is so out there and ambigious and just plain obnoxious, amirite? Don't answer that.

Although I opened my heart pertaining to what I wrote in the more lengthier pieces, the poetry was left untouched. In my opinion, all forms of poetry should be open-ended and up to the reader. I believe that the most perfect poem would illicit several responses and reactions from many different people, instead of all of them pointing with their finger and knowing exactly what was going on. With that being said, my words are often straight-forward because I suck ass at poetry. Go figure.

Featured Works

newly updated & ready to be ignored by you

Too Late Now
He is wearing a three piece suit. None of them match. Behind his dark sunglasses one of his eyes looks away while the other is dead on. I know this because he tilts his head forward and he's looking at me and yet past me, into the bushes. A chameleon. No wonder he was able to do so well in this profession... read more

A Case of the Mondays
Around the office they gave us all cute little nicknames. Each one written in sharpie on contruction paper and taped carelessly to our cubicles. Rolling my chair to the end of my outstretched headset leash, I peered around the edge, and inbetween: "Hello, are you satisfied with your home owner's insurance" And "Have a nice day.", I pulled "Perky Peter" down...read more

My Elephant Man
There is something about a coffee shop that makes me want to procreate devastatingly. Coffee beans as an aphrodisiac. That is, to bring to the world a critically thinking, unionizing, libertine.I want black and white pictures from birth on to dictate to our party guests that our child will not only grasp the world that surrounds him, but shape it.

My little philosopher.

My little genius... read more

Homesickness is for our Parents
When you tell a lie, you want it to stay with you and the person that you lie to. How's that for living with your head in the clouds. Murphy's Law tends to pull the rug right from under you in that case... read more

Water if God Wills It
A bear trodding through the woods
found in his company what should
have no heed on any bears mind.

A mouse with a pack
on back
sweeping steadily through the dirt
with a tail in track... read more

Recent Additions

Jesus Drives an Echo ; non-fiction
Silent Hill Analysis ; indepth theories
My Deus Ex Machina ; an evolution

Networking Sites

hell.tln.net ; silent hill media
swim the depths ; a journal
truculent reviews ; site reviews