Somewhere along the way, I decide that drinking is the best way to cope – best being the operative word. Sure, I go to sleep happily sedated in some whiskey-induced high that distorts the shit my life seems to be wallowing in. It brings out all the things...
The air has an edge,Chalky and gritty and filled with smoke,Like last Tuesday,Like every Tuesday before. Violent music pounds the amps,Thick bass tangles in my hair,Hatred and angst, rebellionUndulates the crowd. Glaze drapes over bleary eyes,Still, I see...
“We’ll get through this, Al.” Alice and her sister stared at a three-by-three grid of monitors pinned to the Aspen Orthopedics exam room wall. “If I can’t ski, I may as well be dead.” X-rays glowed on the displays showing various angles of the broken bone...
Amber no longer felt scared. She had moved past the adrenaline-filled, heart-pumping feelings associated with being scared. Terrorized was more accurate. Terror was opening up a mindset she had tried so hard as a child to shut out; thoughts and senses, as...
It was an unseasonably cold night in October and Amber Shelton had had a bad feeling. She would have them from time to time, the bad feelings. When she was a little girl she would call them her feels. They were relatively infrequent, and there didn’t seem...
Only a two-inch, glass-paneled office wall separates you from me, your world from mine. I sit outside and wait. Observing, like a lioness in the tall grass, watching. Taking careful note of your movements, your demeanor. The severity and tension that hard...
When whispered breaths are laid to rest, and a gentle narcotic warm lulls me, I will lay my back against hardened earth and strip away the facade, this mask, my ingratiating shroud of beautiful, so as to bathe in the compassion of the moon, pale and unaba...
Read to me. I never imagined that words, especially those three uttered by my girlfriend, would have had such orgasmic impact. They did. I knew everything about her, or so I thought. Spent countless hours studying her face, her body language, all her mann...
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler. -Friedrich Nietzsche Feels like it’s still morning, I think. Hard to tell time from the trace of filtered light peeking through tiny creases in...
The unblemished raw of this naked earth,The deep of her velvet, black blanket skies,The sun christening the moon with her worth,A floral field of dancing butterflies. Forked light, like spirits from a mountain’s death,Distant rains melting into rainbow dy...
Princess My mind is a fucking slugfest. Muhamed Ali versus George Foreman. The Rumble in the Jungle. I sit in my car, pensive. Two massive personalities square off inside my indecisive head. Punch after punch controlling my every thought. In one corner, P...
San Francisco, Present Day “Holy shit, this book is old. Looks like... a diary?” “It’s extremely old, be careful. And yes, it’s the journal of Pearl Honeycut. She’s the reason this ranch exists today.” “You’re related to her, right babe?” “Yes ma’am. I re...
Standing, huddled, in the rain. It’s three AM. Her body couples to mine and mine to hers,Like tireless magnets,Connected by some infinite, impalpable force. Our sky is a misty, glowing amber streetlight haze,And our lust,Just a metaphor of something bette...
“Yer outnumbered, girl!” ‘Girl? I’ll show you girl.’ Willie propped her bowler hat on a stick and raised it slightly over the ridge of her rocky barricade. A ricochet twanged off the boulder before she even heard the shot; a grey puff of earth rose just a...
His face strobed uninvited through my mind. Wouldn’t leave me alone as I leaned my bare ass against the sink. The knot in my neck ached for the steam of the hot shower fogging the room. He was a cocky fucker. I wanted to hate his charisma and arrogance an...
