suburbia interrupted
POETRY, WRITING

The Words She Wrote as Lana Sang

Reflections seen as emptiness is heard, unawareness morphing to realizationUntold truths collectively rising, rhythmic patterns yearning for releaseMelodic tunes fill the void, binged words arousing burdensWords flowing from a silent tongue, submissive to a never-ending wildfireShuffled playlists, insights to one's mindCompartmentalizing ideas/thoughts, reflecting what others wish you'd beForever performing, yet shying from the spotlightAn unpaid… Continue reading The Words She Wrote as Lana Sang

Goddamn I hate to love you
FICTION, SHORT STORY, WRITING

Goddamn, I Hate to Love You

Alone, I sit by a dying fire. The predawn hours blanket the ocean heard calmly tiding in the distance. Nostalgia flows through an open window. It smells of ocean- mildew and decay and salt. A distinct smell, which when trying to describe is indescribable. I would bottle it if I could. The scent is carried… Continue reading Goddamn, I Hate to Love You

ESSAYS, WRITING

FOR LOVE OF THE GAME: AN OPEN LETTER TO MY SON

Tonight I watched you cry, gasping air, utterly heartbroken. Instinctively I reached for you, shocked myself at what the tears meant. Looking at you, forever my little Jakey, I was at a loss for words. Nothing I said in that moment would ease the pain of your cracked soul. We got home and you said… Continue reading FOR LOVE OF THE GAME: AN OPEN LETTER TO MY SON