Poems from the Vault.
Another piece pulled from the shelves of the Vault. Thanks for reading.
Poems from the Vault – Read the Stars.
Another piece plucked from the shelves of the Vault. Thank you for reading.
Poems – Shooting Stars.
In honor of the Geminid meteor shower, here’s a star themed piece written a while back. Thanks for reading.
Poems from the Vault – Night Wind.
Just a few words pulled from the Vault…enjoy!
Moon Inspired Poetry, featuring Li Po.
The full moon brings to mind one of my favorite poems, written by the great Li Po. Enjoy!
When you look at the moon in Wu-chow,
think of me one thousand li distant.
Poems from the Vault – In the Rain.
Here’s another dusty oldie pulled from the shelves of the Vault…thank you for reading. Enjoy!
Poems from the Vault – The Wisdom of the Night.
Just a little wordplay plucked from the dusty Vault…thanks for reading. Stay creative.
Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from an untitled upcoming short story.
Take a peek at this week’s excerpt. The story is still unfinished, but it’s a small part of a redemptive, soul searching, and ultimately uplifting tale. Thanks for reading!
I’m not afraid of the dark. It’s there that I can’t be seen. These days, hell…maybe I don’t want to be seen. I’ve spent so much time lingering in that place that it’s comfortable….like an old friend. It knows me and I know it; it understands me more than the light ever did. The light left me, and when it did, the darkness was there to shield me from the cold. And boy, was it cold.
It’s in the darkness that I can see the clearest. Sounds weird, right? But it’s true…in the darkness, I can see. Clearer than on the brightest, sunniest day…and yet I can’t be seen, at least by the normal, every day people. Night recognizes night. That much is true. Darkness can see darkness. Bleak understands bleak. I ain’t afraid of any dark.
I think that I am afraid of sunlight though…it’s never truly touched me. I’ve always seen its rays, sure…but I’ve never truly felt it’s warmth. Like a plant that bends and twists and reaches and contorts for enough sunlight to survive…only to wither and brown and retract. It’s not easy to stretch oneself for nothing. There’s less disappoint in the dark. The sunlight is unforgiving to blemishes.