A fictional piece written to describe a picture of hands in the air at a concert. It uses figurative languge to show how easy people are lead.

What would happen when my fingers bleed when I play my guitar (that doesn’t exist)?

Short story I wrote last year. About a boy and a guitar.

Live Sound.

This poem is about when I saw Showbread play live in Savannah, Georgia.

Guitar.

She plays the guitar to help her cope with her sadness in a fleeting relationship.

Lonely is the Man without Love.

A little ghost story.

Goodnight.