Christmas is over
…and I have no idea what this next year will bring…
Wishes come true....
….maybe for you….
OC Christmas Presents..
I couldn’t take it anymore. I painted these three pictures for three of my close friends..I also wrote haikus for them personally. Oh yeah, I also painted a Husky for my sister-in-law. “lone wolf”. Hope you guys like them….
It was nice meeting you.....
……tears over a keyboard pixels and a screen. I don’t even know you, but yet I feel like I’ve known you for years finding someone perfect, but yet you’ll never touch feel or smell them. The most I know is your screen name…
The internet went out again..
….series of tubes…… Pixels suffocate; surrounded by nothing else, is it winter yet? Outside can be nice. The wind becomes my life source blow me away now. Cords are my grape vines connected to nothing more, but remnants of life.
: Inspired by Margaret Atwood’s ‘This Is a Photo of Me” It’s hard to make things out. It becomes unclear at first a smudge your eyes adjust to the memory you’re not sure is yours; your mind starts tossing the image around a neon light: a cheap beer sign smeared also, at the right a harsh vertical object, a barstoll In the middle there are blurred out faces beyond...
It's not real...yet
Looking at pictures of my dead family members. Am I morbid yet?
This is one of the first short stories I have written in a long time. I had fun writing it, and actually really enjoy this story. I plan on adding more to it later; I’m always open for suggestions. _______ Roman Candles Excerpt New York Review Magazine Issue 10 Volume 27 A night with Casandra: Exploring the darker side of New...
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