Look Into A Dream

Have you ever looked into a dream Used your eyes to try to see inside your mind I drift to sleep wondering what I might find Warm colors mixed with nothing Black I’m forcing it Hold back Take a breath and hold it there Now let it go and

4855 & Other Jive

Came to in a do crossed and recrossed primary paths John Farren was the block, but DuSable wasn’t my destiny. Corpus Christi around the corner, death and destruction the Christian way. Regal was a theater. 47th and Southpark, familiar smells of popcorn, hotdogs, and lots of sweaty bodies on

Anxiety

Volta

Guidance

I used to look to my dad for help when I wasn’t sure how to handle something. Growing up, he was the only person that I ever felt comfortable with. I have a sadness that comes over me now. It comes in waves. I know that part of it

12 Days Without You

I told you that I had to go back to work tomorrow, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be because I’ve been really out of it for the last couple of months and even though I had people backing me up, I’d probably have

The Trouble With Transoms

Alicia walked to the back of the room, rose about four feet from the floor, and made herself comfortable. No one else around seemed to mind or notice that the girl was not standing on the floor or sitting in a very high chair. Popular contention was that Alicia was

What happens to our souls when we die?

A Galactic Walk

blaspheme

What madness that the Force should summon me at a time like this… To command the alleged spirit of my sole domain, body, to drift aimlessly through space. Upon a journey, that is to have no end or beginning. I display my contempt for the Force openly, for life is

C.R.G.

His words, a catalyst of creativity. Why can’t he remember? Once obsessed with mortality, fear of and then acceptance of death. A combination of science and prose, a carefully crafted story emerges. Always the protagonist, his characters enjoy life more than him now. They have the chance to grow,

Brandy Alexander

One drink for spite, another for escape, neither enough to numb the truth.

When I was a hundred

When I was a hundred, old memories I couldn’t share comforted me. Time stood still like an old, well-read book lying open to a favorite passage. But people were shadows who passed in front of me, changing into a formless ether. When I was a hundred, I was fearless.

I still wanna be able to help somebody

Even when he was still here, I missed him.