The pine needles prickled All grateful green I reached for the next branch Ever higher Sap stuck to everything My shoes, my skin, my soul Yet, ever higher. The massive trunks slimmed to barely twigs. I could feel the sway of the wind. They don’t teach fear in 2nd grade.…
Writings
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Catch, Drive, Finish, Recover
Jogging on the water surrounded by Austin turtles. My life ahead of me like the infinity tattooed on my bottom lip. Just left a room of reverse engineers three decades my senior talking stock peaks and perks And I’m wondering, “Is that it?” To fill a garage with unloved toys…
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Disney Lied
Betrayal as old as time Songs that make boys rhyme Those bitter, sour cries When you find that Disney lies You were my princess, could have been my queen But that cloud covered castle was a poison apple dream So sleep (sleep) beauty, forever I never want to talk to…
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The Hemlock Chronicles
The Hemlock Chronicles (PDF) A series of short stories about a most interesting topic. Started when the first one came to mind, and it just kinda flowed out from there. I almost forget when I exactly wrote this. I want to say near the end of high school.
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Damaged World
Damaged World (PDF) A idea I came up with a bit ago. I thought up a much more grand story, but I feel really good about what actually came out. I like the feel of it as it is. I am content with this for now, even if its just…
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Dancing
Dancing (PDF) A story I wrote for a writing class in College. I don’t remember if there was a specific topic or theme…
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Water Damage
Water Damage (PDF) A short story I wrote for class. It started as a story about the confessor, but I realized that was kinda cliche, so I went to the head of the Pastor and an echoeing story. I tried keeping things slight and subtle.
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She Needed the Voice of God
Zipporah with a zippo trying forever to spark the dried brush of a man. An Egyptian man, the kind with connections. How can her meager mounds compare with the pyramids? Her eye lashes match the great palms of the Nile? Her floods aren’t as deep and her hands are more…
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Death and Summer Vacation
I: Church Lied: Hell is an ’87 Suburban merged with Arizona summer. Brimstone air, tar for seats. My own personal demon, my sister, Fangs with braces, an inhuman scream The guide said is was over a mile deep. Carved over millions of years by one nagging river. I wonder about…
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Little Things
A book of metal binding Holds three pictures, sometimes six All the faces smiling They didn’t live through this The edges, they are blackened From the smoke, not from the heat These are the survivors of the fire of 16th street My mother and my father In black tux and…