Rising from the Dead

Work has taken over my life…so naturally this fell to the side. Again, I’ll work it out, but it’s been a bit rough. Still able to be creative, which is good. But here are two poems (for now) and I promise more later

Winter Decays

winter decays
silently, quick
as ice
slithers down
jagged hills.
it moves histories,
and gives
new faces.

do not run in
embrace the
cold’s numbing
The sun always
returns, rolling
the past
off your aching

Decades Decay

Decades decay as
time passes, though
memory clings to the
faded light. Wasn’t it
yesterday you bought
your first record? how
awkwardly large it is
between your hands,
once, it was a perfect fit.

Time turns, though
memory sticks on
once bright moments.
All wallpaper peels
and fabric fades,
even your skin wilts
under the sun’s heavy
gaze.  But don’t
throw away the torn
paper or paint over
your face. Relish
this somber beauty,
hidden openly in decay.


Dialogues and Space!

*Waves* Hello!!! I could have waited to post this… but I didn’t want to. This is a little dialogue piece I wrote. Called Tales From the Edge! Yes the exclamation point is part of the title. You’ll see why

Tales From the Edge!

Rating: PG nothing triggering in this one.

Pretty blonde reporter, Katie Starr sits across a man, Morgan Adams. He is dressed in khakis and a polo shirt. Buzzed hair and tall with long lean muscle, he sits, a bit nervous.

Katie: I’m Katie Starr live with Morgan Adams, one of the three astronauts back from the edge of the universe!

Morgan: (smiles) Thanks for having me.

K: (dramatically) The world is dying to know: what was it like? The edge of the universe?

M: (laughs) You started with a hard one! It’s, uh, hard to explain. Have you ever seen dust through a light?

K: (confused)…yes.

M: It’s like that, except you’re the piece of dust, surrounded by light.

K: (excited) Sounds unforgettable.

M: (forced smile) It was, but my eyes are glad we didn’t stay very long.

K: How long were you at the edge?

M: Well we started to feel the affects of the edge about two months from it.

K: What affects?

M: First off: the heat at the edge means we had to adjust our spaceship to deal with the rising temperature surrounding the ship. A month later,sleep became difficult because it was so bright all the time. We also had to be careful not to go too close, or the gravitational pull would suck us in.

K: (purrs) How dangerous! You must have been exhausted.

M: (Shrug) you adjust.

K: How long did it take for you to reach the edge?

M: About 3 years, there , 4 years back give or take.

K: Seven years! How did you keep yourself entertained?

M: Finally solved the rubick’s cube. (both laugh) No, we had ongoing experiments to occupy us through a lot of it. Nothing too exciting, unless your audience is sub-atomic physicists.

K: 7 years is a long time to be away. What did you miss most while you were gone?

M: It changed over time. First, it was hydrated food. I would have killed for a ripe peach. (laughs) Then it was the sound of my daughter’s voice. She has a beautiful voice, and I missed her singing so much. After that, it was my wife’s smile. Luckily, I brought some family videos, and would watch her just beam at our children. The worst were things I couldn’t carry with me: the wind on my face, and the smell of summer rain.

K: (nods sympathetically) It sounds like it was a difficult experience, being so far from your loved ones. But you had two other men on your ship.

M:  Yes, great men. Ahmed Abdullah and Samuel Isaacson. I was lucky to have them with me.

K: Still, three men all alone for seven years stuck on a tiny ship. Talk about cabin fever!

M: (snorts) Of course. I’m gonna be honest: we had our disagreements. Some of them.. pretty stupid. But, like you said, we were stuck on a rocket together. We couldn’t go anywhere. So we worked our issues out. I have to say I’m a much better communicator than I was before.

K: What else have you gained from seeing the edge of the universe?

M: (deadpans) I learned not to fall over. (grins) Seriously? Perspective. Seven years of travelling warpspeed, you realize how small you are. How small even Earth is. We have all this amazing technology, and there’s still so much we don’t understand. It can be a terrifying realization, but for me, it was a huge relief.

K: (smiles) Something we should all keep in mind. Thank you so much Morgan! (Turns to the camera) Up next: the deadly continental gangs. Could your children be joining these deadly groups? Stay tuned after our break.

Thanks for reading y’all! I’ll have more stuff for ya this weekend

Cicadas and more Poetry

So far no guesses. I would say it sounds like that awkward moment of crickets…but it’s closer to cicadas these days.




Perhaps it’s the summer, or my new obsession with photography (warning: I am in looove with snapseed and warping photos. More will show up here) but over the past week or so, I’ve been writing poetry. I’ll try and have a longer fiction piece for this weekend/next week. So stay tuned! As for now: another poem.

Rating: PG no warnings 

Discarded Pieces

I can’t help but leave

pieces of myself behind:

strands of hair stick to

clothes, dirty socks lay

bunched in corners,

half written poems

cling to napkins, slowly

disintegrating to dust.

The most dangerous

remains are my words,

spoken freely,

carelessly clinging

to the wind. Are

these things mine when

I let them go or, like

old photographs,

echoes of moments

that once were

but no longer are?