Poem – There’s No Rest for the Wicked

This is my first poem published here. Have some fun: There’s no rest for the wicked There’s no other word for it It’s like this huge pit that you just can’t forget it.  You know you fought for it The battle that you’re fighting isn’t a good fit But you’re still gonna go for it… Continue reading Poem – There’s No Rest for the Wicked

Facing the Cold

*This story is from a dream that I had in high school Each step seemed to be minutes long, yet the legs seemed to not give a damn anyway. Not even to the bone chilling cold and nearly 1 meter high snow was given me any sensation. The slight crackle of the snow underneath my… Continue reading Facing the Cold

The Hot Dog & the Girl

It was a weird 7 eleven anyway, but I figured that a place with no signage up in front couldn’t be too sketchy in this part of town. I walked in and was welcomed by a full stocked store with all the trappings of a 7 – 11: chips, salsa, high fructose corn syrup drenched… Continue reading The Hot Dog & the Girl

The Church, Part 1

It was a large rustic church; it looked at least a hundred years old given how much paint had peeled off the columns. Still it had a quaint feel to it – like it had been used regularly at one point. Not bad for a little church in the middle of nowhere he thought. Give or… Continue reading The Church, Part 1