The Elf All About Himself! (For the kids!!!)

Once upon a time, there was an angry little elf.who thought of absolutely no one, but of only himself. He’s always so mad, which made the other elves very sad,with his complaints that work, work, work, was all… Read More

Another Pain In The Ash

Hey everybody, I thought I would shoot out a quick post as it’s been a few days since you last heard from me. The reason for that is because of another bout of neck pain that decided to… Read More

A Heart to Live, Not to Love

Sometimes, I think my heart breaks without telling meLike it’s trying to feel something it once did beforeThough, if I allow myself to give in to its longingI’ll go and break it even more

The Black Journal – (Break Room, Over Lunch)

Friday, 5:40 p.m. (Ethan and Sarah come up short with their first visit to The Keep. They decide to spend most of the afternoon going over the witness statements from the bar and various other items of interest scattered in… Read More

The Black Journal – (Pulled up in front of The Keep)

(Shortly after the briefing, Ethan and Sarah find themselves downtown at the bar, The Keep, the victims last known whereabouts and the potential for video evidence. As they slowly exit their vehicle, a homeless man suddenly appears from… Read More

Recovery

This time it didn’t matter if I held youI guess my heart grew stronger from all the breaksLike a junky with a kicked addictionmy track marks no longer have aches I fought through the pain of withdrawalalone and… Read More

Bar Keep

When I turned that key, the night was finally overIt wasn’t easy, they threw a few fistsMad that the ale had dried up Now, in the calm of being left aloneI would start with the ashesdumping out another… Read More

The Black Journal (The Boardwalk, Morning Run, Stretching By The Car)

Friday, 7:14 A.M Sarah! Hey, Sarah…wait up! Jessie, Jess!How? I thought you were still in Texas? I am. Well, I’m still there that is. I’m only back for a few days, one of Charlie’s college friends is getting… Read More

Like I Wasn’t Even There

Sure, the memoriesBut, the smell, the taste, the touch,All still left to make believeI miss…The very startOpening characters, scene oneGreener grass, the bluest skies, salty oceanThat street light at night where I would measure my shadow to the… Read More

Rose From The Ash

I remember first being coldalone, outside and inmy eyes sore, drainedpinched red