“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” ― Charles Bukowski
“The wonderful thing about writing is that there is always a blank page waiting. The terrifying thing about writing is that there is always a blank page waiting.” ― J.K. Rowling
Beauty unites all things, links together flower and star, with chains more certain than those of reason. The poet, the artist, thus finds the clue which guides them in their pilgrimage throughout the world. – Henry James Slack
tell me how I can make a dream come true
like the one I had last night of you
and then there was the night before
and…well, so many many more
it’s the one where you said hello
and the tears suddenly began to flow
we rushed into an embrace and held each other tight
all I wanted to do was hold on with all my might
I tried to stay for as long as one dream could remain
in a place void of the hurt, the loss, the pain
oh please tell me how I can make that dream come true
when I dream a little dream of you
I’ve wasted so much time and heartache trying to find out why someone no longer loves me. When all I had to do, was accept that they probably never did. Therefore, I’m free. – Ash
Thursday, 11:11 A.M.
Frost, hey…come in, sit down.
Listen, you’re up.
Downstairs just called.
Someone’s found a body.
They say this one’s a smidge above their pay grade.
So, I’m going to need you to take the lead.
What about my vacation?
You know it starts tomorrow.
You know how long I’ve been planning for this.
My wife’s going to kill me.
I don’t even take vacations, and she finally convinced me.
Oh, she’s killing me. I am just as dead as this vic.
Calm Down, calm down!
Cap, you’re the one who put this trip in her mind.
I’m sorry Frost, I realize that.
And, it wasn’t me, it was my lovely wife. At your party.
Deal with it Frost, you’re a big boy. She’ll understand. What can I say?
This stuff happens in our world.
You signed up for this. Now, stop your whining.
Take a look in that folder. It’s what we know so far.
You’re going to owe me Cap.
Promise me an extra three weeks right here on the spot and I’ll do an about-face.
We won’t have to discuss anything further and I’ll do my job and hopefully save my marriage at the same time.
We’ll talk about it Frost. No promises.
Remember, I am your superior. I can just order you.
Alright, alright…let me see the damn file.
Geez, why can’t serial killers be like teachers and take the summer off?
Yeah, about that Frost.
…he’s a teacher.
It’s black inside the ocean
especially in the shadows where sharks pretend to sleep
my eyes barely banish their stares
until what lurks finally confronts me
why have they not teethed
on this body that drifts alone
lifeless and willing
could they sense poisoned blood
from just a taste
am I worse