Hurt.

Late night poetry for the spaced out mind.

A short story I wrote for my English class, about a teenager who hosts a party at night in his high school, and a cop trying to find out how he did it.

Welcoming the month of hearts…

Vignettes and flashbacks
short story.

Just a quick poem I did for Paula (babyjingles)

This is my day.

A short story in several chapters about a man who returns from the dead for revenge with the help of a special car.

You died but I survived.

Yearning to be out of the present.