Category Creative Writing
I wrote Journey to Aztlan to show people that there is hope for those who are stricken with Depression. For me, I found healing by returning to the very source of who I am and I believe that if everyone… Continue Reading →
i walk while detritus at my feet frames shards of broken lives that reflect a cubist distortion of what I could be bottle twists and pipe puffs could’ve scattered me among dead sagebrush and forgotten dreams but i ignored the… Continue Reading →
you are here not in flesh, but in spirit like a butterfly’s wing that hits the sea you left a ripple that grows and grows…. Your smile was a sun at night flowers bloomed under your moonbeam glow and danced… Continue Reading →
you are here not in flesh, but in spirit like a butterfly’s wing that hits the sea you left a ripple that grows and grows…. Your smile was a sun at night flowers bloomed under your moonbeam glow and danced… Continue Reading →
may be just a house yet it resonates with and through me… adobe bricks and mud-plastered walls contain sounds and smells that echo in me as well haven’t lived there in years but really, i’ve never left this house and… Continue Reading →
the sun is setting on who you are and what you want with a goodbye kiss the light will fade and dreams will dissipate within the days last mist but there’s still time and light to guide and chart… Continue Reading →
When she looked into his eyes, she wanted to believe in them. She wanted them to fulfill their promise; over their years together, she heard several different versions of the same lie. Sure, there were always different words. But his… Continue Reading →
“I don’t see a difference, do you?” He looked at me with an expression that was blanker than a brand new etch-a-sketch. The simple fact was that he could not make sense of my question. People passed by our table… Continue Reading →
Life presents so many opportunities to commune with God’s creation that there’s not enough time in the day to experience it all. On my way home to grab a bite, I saw this hawk on a light pole and I… Continue Reading →
“The last time, I threw it as hard as I could, only, I didn’t watch to see where it landed. I turned around the very second I felt it leave my hand and walked away from crack for good. That… Continue Reading →
