"At Three O'Clock in the Morning"

"At Three O'Clock in the Morning"




She lay awake in her bed because she couldn't sleep. It was one of those restless nights that are filled with the inescapable dread that another minute has to creep by before you can sleep. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another.


But the moment of sweet ecstasy, as you slip soundlessly into the silos and slaughterhouses of slumber, NEVER comes. 

Vulnerable (First Draft)

Vulnerable


You are the voice in the distance
That wakens me, in the darkness, to smile.
Away from the speed, away from the cars, away from the lights that
Blind and distract and expose and illuminate!
The deep recesses of holes and longing.

Rethinking Genre

     When I was a kid, we didn't have padding under our jungle gyms. We had rocks.
     We didn't have safety belts on our swing sets. The whole goal was to get as high as you could, then launch yourself into the stratosphere.
     We rode our bikes without helmets. Without shoes. Sometimes without clothes.

Coffee, America's Unofficial Unity

Coffee, America's Unofficial Unity
      GREENVILLE, SC--She wakes to the sound of the OWL City ringtone on her phone. Rolling over, she glances at the screen blaring ten o'clock and realizes just how much work she has to do. And before another moment passes, Haley Harned is in the kitchen scooping out the first aromatic grounds of the day.
      Caffeine's allure wasn't why she started drinking coffee. But now, she is obsessive. She is dependent. Haley is addicted.

Flame Cocoon (unedited)

Flame Cocoon


"Consume me from the inside out"
And burn my flesh away.
Purify the blanket shell
And make the truthfull hearness stay.
Rid the plague that now does loom
From mighty mount to darkened dune.

“Then he told them many things in parables” [1] (with audio file)

“Listen then to what the parable of the sower means:”

I know a seed is just one man or another. But can the seed also be just one part or another of me?

“A farmer went out to sow his seed.”