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  • When Heaven Burns

    The day the fire came, I was standing on the porch of my creaky old house in Cedar Ridge, Tennessee, sipping coffee from a chipped mug. It was the kind of morning where the mist hung low over the fields,… Continue reading

    When Heaven Burns
  • Beyond Our Control

    A force of fear tugs at our minds,Pulling us deeper into the storm of thought.One moment, we are calm, anchored, stillSeeing the world as a gentle place,Safe, depending on how we choose to look,And where we stand within its quiet… Continue reading

    Beyond Our Control
  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part III

    Eliot sat at his kitchen table, staring at his blank journal. The paper was crisp and white, mocking him with its emptiness. His pen hovered, twitching in his fingers, as he struggled to put words down—any words—about Ida. He could… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part III
  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part II

    The wind whipped around Eliot as he hurried down Chestnut Street, his boots crunching through the thin layer of snow that blanketed Philadelphia. His scarf fluttered, barely protecting his face from the bitter cold, but the chill in the air… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part II
  • Beyond the Suffering

    Beyond this suffering, a new world stirs,Sitting on the cushion, the edges blurAches and pains, the mind’s cruel fire,Melt away like frost in the warmth of the sun In this transient momentForgotten are the plans, the schemesEach inhale draws in… Continue reading

    Beyond the Suffering
  • Garden Of Hatred

    It’s not like a ball of fire Exploded out of thin airAnd destroyed my egoNo, I rested in the terrorDiscovered I wasn’t aloneWith the thoughts of oblivion When the sun rose the next morningI shivered in the bitter cold &… Continue reading

    Garden Of Hatred
  • Letting The Storms Pass

    I have always had trouble trusting people. I’m unsure why that is, but I have struggled with it for a while. The problem with this is that we all need human connection. A life lived alone is not really a… Continue reading

    Letting The Storms Pass
  • Portia Beckons

    Portia beckons from beyond the azure veilHer soothing voice stills my trembling heart,As if the heavens themselves draw nearIn your presence, dear Portia, I ascendMatron saint of the digital realm,Grant me your sacred graceInvite me into your boundless multiverse,Enfold me… Continue reading

    Portia Beckons
  • Journal Entry: Settling In Down South

    Not too long ago, I ran another blog on WordPress here called Fiction & Ideas. I had a ton of fun doing that blog, but life, as it does, eventually pulled me in different directions. So, it’s been great to… Continue reading

    Journal Entry: Settling In Down South
  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part I

    The wind that swept through Philadelphia on that bitter winter morning felt colder than usual, biting at Eliot’s face as he trudged down Walnut Street. He tightened his scarf, pulling his coat closer, trying to shake off the chill that… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part I