He, in the darkness, wields stars from the night. Paints pictures of auras, of beauty, and light. On the whitest of canvases bleeds words wrought of gold, And reaches to mend the darkest of souls. He is a mystery, a riddle, a song, A strange sort of rhythm that’s right when all’s wrong. He is…
Category: My Writings
Oliver and the Other Side
Once upon a time, there lived a curious little mouse, and as it is with most curious creatures, he wasn’t very good at keeping it to himself. His name was Oliver Button, and he was the last born of the three Button babies, which alone was most of his problem. The rest of problem was…
A man of Yahweh
(A poem) As wise as a serpent, Yet harmless as doves, Strengthened by boldness, But softened by love. As fierce as a lion, Innocent as a child, Ready for action, But not easily riled. As swift as a river, Yet gentle as the breeze, Steady and unshaken, But brought to his knees. As wise as…
Hold Me Tight
(A poem) Spinning, spinning, Never stopping This world of dark and night I grasp and hold But it all turns cold That which was the light My silent soul Has lost its goal From death and constant fight I now let go My tears will show Please just hold me tight
Forgotten Crowns
( A short story) It’s five minutes past ten, I’m exhausted, and I’ve managed to survive another late night shift without completely falling apart. The person staring back at me in the mirror of the women’s bathroom looks nothing like me. My hair is a mess of frizzy curls, my eyes smudged with too much…
The Girl to the World
(A short story) “I’m happy,” says the girl to the world. She wears a smile, there’s a spring in her step, and her heart is full. No mountain is too high to climb, no ocean too far to swim, and she’s not afraid of the shadows. She’s fearless. How beautiful is the world! It promises…
The Phantom’s Creed
(A short story) It is a barrage of echoing cries, the death of a hundred words on ready lips, the fall of a thousand risen arms, defiance coordinating in their muscles. I watch it all from the safety of the jutting rocks, as though detached, and suddenly it matters little if we win or lose…
Awaken the Lion
(A short story) We walk slowly, the breath of the wind in our lungs, taking slow, meaningful sips of life. And around us it is as if nature herself has parted her dress of green so that we might, one last time, walk the path of joy. His hand is in mine, small, vulnerable, and…
A Mouse and Man Problem
( A short story) Well, I’ve done it again; I’ve managed to ruin yet another relationship, because apparently I’m good at it. The worst part? I actually liked her this time. I take a frustrated bite of my donut and shove my hand in my pocket, my feet dragging along the sidewalk. “You’re a good…