I have two books now available on Amazon. Beyond The Field - an illustrated short story and COLDER - a collection of poetry and prose. Click on one of the images below to read a sample or purchase the ebook. If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read them for free! https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?asin=B07KWMGQ3H&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_OiBbCbNBSE6HP https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?asin=B07KWVS57J&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_JnBbCbM41KCGJ If …
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding my glistening entrails, piled and ropey. I cough, and a spray of blood erupts from my lips. “You’ll soon see it all,” a raspy voice utters. From the shadows she …
“Holy shit! I didn't think it was loaded!” “Well, that big fucking hole in the wall says otherwise, doesn't it? God dammit, you know I hate patching drywall.” Her husband stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the door to the garage behind him. Shit, she thinks to herself, months of planning that “accident” down …
“Where the hell is my god-damn pillow?” The husband questioned. “How should I know, it's your pillow.” The wife answered. “Exactly.” “What?” “Precisely.” “You know I hate it when you do that.” The wife sneered. “It's my pillow, so why would someone move it from where I left it this morning?” “I don't know. I …
As I lift the lid The Smell of Cedar Overtakes me After all these years The tiny blanket Still remains Stained with tears Swollen with muted cries Swaddling the ghost Of an innocence lost To be born of this Is to be given To the dark To the silence To the footsteps To the breathing …
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes, ripping me apart with every sob. I was shook by the memory of the words I had told her when this all began. All the nights I held her close, …
Drums pound Cries rain down From the heavens The spirits danced And sang As a mother stood Over the body Of her dead son Two young boys Stare in wonder It seemed as if Everyone was waiting For time To start moving again
