writing

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Después de ti, ¿qué?

A short [fiction] story of loss and belonging Standing above the hole in the ground, I realized I didn’t know what his favorite flower...

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when hinges creak in doorless chambers

Soundtrack: Grim Grinning Ghosts ** This is a piece I wrote many years ago that I've recently polished up for the spooky season. The next...

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"he would always be a broken thing."

Soundtrack - as always. It started with a green trench coat. In the fog of a lost dream, it panned out to a man wearing said coat and...

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The Lady of La Mancha

Along the pristine white and stark brown lines of the Spanish architecture and neatly trimmed ferns which framed the lobby of La Mancha,...

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The Long Road: A [De]Composition

[This was a poem I wrote a year ago and one of the pieces I'm most proud of. I rarely write poetry - if you can even call it that, it's...

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i'm not okay (i promise).

[Soundtrack] In tenth grade geometry class, I killed most of my friends. They didn't really do anything to warrant such disastrous fates....

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i'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly.

The tales, the paintings, the bullshit Valentine’s Day cards we got in grade school - they were wrong, so they told me. My hands trembled...

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brown is okay with me.

a poem of clarity. Brown is okay with me. Do you view it the way I see? It is the mahogany of the grandest trees. It is the coffee and...