Monday, April 25, 2016

THANK YOU! :D


A Poem: My Youth in D.C.

MY YOUTH IN D.C.

Standing in black shoes
and white socks,
headphones on and
cassette player buzzing,
waiting on the Metro.
My youth in D.C.

Subway train,
hissing and shaking,
carrying us about town,
from Huntington
to Shady Grove and back.
My youth in D.C.

Cheap drinks at the bar,
taking a bus, never a car,
staggering, piss-drunk, through Georgetown,
and laughing against stone lions.
My youth in D.C.

Best friends and
second family.
Laughing. Fighting.
Kissing Breaking up.
Making up.
My youth in D.C.

Looking back,
down the years,
past quiet nights and
fallen tears,
I don’t regret a minute.
My youth in D.C.

Monday, April 18, 2016

Art

Sometimes, gentle readers, as a creative person, you just have to switch gears.
Sometimes, a picture can convey something better than a thousand words ever could.


Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Ugh. Clowns.

You know you've been writing too long and trying too hard when your story twists and turns into something monstrous involving clowns.
Yes.
Clowns.
Ugh.
I feel dirty even admitting it.