Pirates, witches, whiskey, ale, women and song. The perfect tavern for such a group.

Five seamen leave their ship never to return.

Migus is bored and lets foolishness take over.

I loved visiting my Grandfather’s apartment in NYC, on 17th and Irving. There was an unspeakable magic in the air.

This is a flash fiction story about a writer dealing with writer’s block. The story is 99% true.

Poem – tale of infidelity–two wrongs don’t make a right, but…

Seriously. For those of us that come to see our friends play shows in the comet tavern in capitol hill area, is it worth it? Check out my opinion as to why the comet should do a little sprucing up.

He wept with dismay…

Another short-story I did in Creative Writing, this time based off of the game Monster Hunter. Got rushed at the end so if it seems shortened, thats why.

Short fiction based on my bartending days.