Tag Archives: writing
our taxi driver is missing some fingers. in his rear-view mirror i’m trying to decipher the language in which mosquitoes have graffitied my face. near the mountaintop the water flows uphill. the landscape obscured by clouds – my self obscured … Continue reading
The Horror
I’ve decided to become a horror writer. Gothic horror novels and early Science Fiction (such as the works of H.G. Wells) were what really got me interested in reading and writing when I was 8 or 9 years old. I … Continue reading
When You Took The Pills
When you took the pills in your car, pulled over, or back at the house and tried sleeping forever; When you lit the match that ignited the leaves that gave birth to the flames that would not stop spreading; When … Continue reading
What I can’t say is killing me— A lump in my throat, A scream that I swallow, A swift turn inwards. Distance is a nightmare— The past is untouchable. My every idiocy Remains unchanged. I could still speak If I … Continue reading
Silent Sons
You and I are the silent sons. They’ll call the police and the policemen will come. I’ll drink my whiskey and you’ll bring your rum. I’ll get emotional, you’ll fight someone. They’ll call the police and policemen will come. You’ll … Continue reading