Category Archives: Fiction

Drawing My Portrait

In this life there are mystical creatures that walk across the path of your life and give you insights on who you are, what you mean and doing so with positions of honesty or a fictitious nature. Either way the

Drawing My Portrait

In this life there are mystical creatures that walk across the path of your life and give you insights on who you are, what you mean and doing so with positions of honesty or a fictitious nature. Either way the

Stealing Steel Words (He, My Dad)

PREFACE Looking back on all the years I spent with my father I never really knew him.  All I really know is he loved to wear Wrangler Jeans with a button down shirt, tucked into those jeans.  He would wear

Stealing Steel Words (He, My Dad)

PREFACE Looking back on all the years I spent with my father I never really knew him.  All I really know is he loved to wear Wrangler Jeans with a button down shirt, tucked into those jeans.  He would wear

Letters From People We Love (Jonny Boy)

Written: May 6th, 1981 Mailed: May 29th, 1981 Received: May 30th, 1981 Little brother, Several weeks ago I received the news of my eventuality. I’ve been trying to find the right words to write. I know these past few years

Letters From People We Love (Jonny Boy)

Written: May 6th, 1981 Mailed: May 29th, 1981 Received: May 30th, 1981 Little brother, Several weeks ago I received the news of my eventuality. I’ve been trying to find the right words to write. I know these past few years

A Letter to the Editor

DISCLAIMER: The following words have adult subject matter. Reader discretion is advised. Dear Editor, Hi. My name is John Pepper. I am from Kansas. I do not live there anymore and I am sure you know why. If you do

A Letter to the Editor

DISCLAIMER: The following words have adult subject matter. Reader discretion is advised. Dear Editor, Hi. My name is John Pepper. I am from Kansas. I do not live there anymore and I am sure you know why. If you do

A Perforated Scenario

I’m a loner. A drifter. A roamer. I don’t care so much for large groups of people. Not because I don’t do well in crowds, and maybe not because I can’t handle them. The thought of standing in a crowd

A Perforated Scenario

I’m a loner. A drifter. A roamer. I don’t care so much for large groups of people. Not because I don’t do well in crowds, and maybe not because I can’t handle them. The thought of standing in a crowd

Dancing

The whistle from the crickets was clearly defined by the obviously Southern rock music coming from a nearby banjo. They were obviously whistling along with the hot southern air blended together with the banjo which graced by a gentle cool

Dancing

The whistle from the crickets was clearly defined by the obviously Southern rock music coming from a nearby banjo. They were obviously whistling along with the hot southern air blended together with the banjo which graced by a gentle cool

Islands

October sometime, 2019 My dearest Lover, I miss the mountains. I miss the cool breeze that sways in between the trees. The tree’s hymns are together along with the wind. I miss sitting next to a stream as the chill

Islands

October sometime, 2019 My dearest Lover, I miss the mountains. I miss the cool breeze that sways in between the trees. The tree’s hymns are together along with the wind. I miss sitting next to a stream as the chill

So They Say

It’s been a long while and I am out of the brush.  Standing here, alone.  The skylight has diminished from a white balance of color to a purple huge.  Sitting here, along.  I’m not mad anymore.  I’m not worried.  I’m

So They Say

It’s been a long while and I am out of the brush.  Standing here, alone.  The skylight has diminished from a white balance of color to a purple huge.  Sitting here, along.  I’m not mad anymore.  I’m not worried.  I’m

Quiet Man

He was a quiet man. You could see the pain behind his eyes. Fifty years old, or so. Black. His salt and peppered dreadlocks were bound above his crown where they spiraled back behind where his cortex brain laid comfortably

Quiet Man

He was a quiet man. You could see the pain behind his eyes. Fifty years old, or so. Black. His salt and peppered dreadlocks were bound above his crown where they spiraled back behind where his cortex brain laid comfortably

Simplicity

Charles Bukowski once said, “The less I needed the better I felt.” In 2011 I sold most of what I owned, gave away more of it, and dumped away the rest. I didn’t know I was going to be here

Simplicity

Charles Bukowski once said, “The less I needed the better I felt.” In 2011 I sold most of what I owned, gave away more of it, and dumped away the rest. I didn’t know I was going to be here

Cold

The slow motion effect the sound of death had was exquisite with deafening power. Blood was everywhere. My dear friend laid dormant without his chest rising and falling, up and down. His body was motionless. His eyes were open. I

Cold

The slow motion effect the sound of death had was exquisite with deafening power. Blood was everywhere. My dear friend laid dormant without his chest rising and falling, up and down. His body was motionless. His eyes were open. I

When the Sunshine Falls

When we put the wheels on our relationship, we both, together, side by side, glided like never before. As the snow fell, we were separated and our relationship was never the same. I’ve walked thousands of miles since then. After

When the Sunshine Falls

When we put the wheels on our relationship, we both, together, side by side, glided like never before. As the snow fell, we were separated and our relationship was never the same. I’ve walked thousands of miles since then. After

Positive Space vs. Negative Space

INTODUCTION Art. Isn’t that topic closely related to anything we might do in a day? Isn’t this topic the grounds for becoming a good human being. Dedication. Discipline. I would hope one is dubbed an artist, privately at first, based

Positive Space vs. Negative Space

INTODUCTION Art. Isn’t that topic closely related to anything we might do in a day? Isn’t this topic the grounds for becoming a good human being. Dedication. Discipline. I would hope one is dubbed an artist, privately at first, based

Identity

There are moments in our lives where the songs like ‘Just One Look’ by Doris Troy sends us into a state of appreciation. A state of memory. I’ll say it, for the record, you got me years ago. In 1993.

Identity

There are moments in our lives where the songs like ‘Just One Look’ by Doris Troy sends us into a state of appreciation. A state of memory. I’ll say it, for the record, you got me years ago. In 1993.

1:21AM PDT

It’s 1:21 AM PDT. I can remember when I sought after you. Will you leave me again? It’s 1:21 AM PDT. I can remember holding you all night. You truly loved me. I knew. Will we ever feel that same

1:21AM PDT

It’s 1:21 AM PDT. I can remember when I sought after you. Will you leave me again? It’s 1:21 AM PDT. I can remember holding you all night. You truly loved me. I knew. Will we ever feel that same

To Explain

To explain, you’ll first have to put me in your shoes. To explain, you’ll first have to put on my shoes. Now, how do you feel. You still have no clue, don’t you? Let me see here, how can I

To Explain

To explain, you’ll first have to put me in your shoes. To explain, you’ll first have to put on my shoes. Now, how do you feel. You still have no clue, don’t you? Let me see here, how can I

BANKSY Unveiled

As a man of thirty years of age I’ve had an opportunity to prove myself five times over. When I say prove myself I mean become who I’ve always wanted to become. Throughout the past few years I’ve dabbled with

BANKSY Unveiled

As a man of thirty years of age I’ve had an opportunity to prove myself five times over. When I say prove myself I mean become who I’ve always wanted to become. Throughout the past few years I’ve dabbled with

The Season of the Cherry Blossom

The soft pastel memories of your presence keeps still with me. Unmovable. Those gentle pink, orange, and white words you spoke land upon my ears more comfortably than your seven million dollar spaceship pillows spread easily over your bed. For

The Season of the Cherry Blossom

The soft pastel memories of your presence keeps still with me. Unmovable. Those gentle pink, orange, and white words you spoke land upon my ears more comfortably than your seven million dollar spaceship pillows spread easily over your bed. For

Gun. Fire. Change.

Gun. Fire. Change. The sounds of a little boy playing on a monkey bar set. His movements, his audible noises, his contact. Gun. Fire. Change. A mindless coward leaked his way into society where the sounds of the surrounding areas

Gun. Fire. Change.

Gun. Fire. Change. The sounds of a little boy playing on a monkey bar set. His movements, his audible noises, his contact. Gun. Fire. Change. A mindless coward leaked his way into society where the sounds of the surrounding areas