Fragments and Illustrations

Pencils. I love pencils. I miss pencils. Their woody bodies and graphite cores. I wanted to make straight lines. Maybe … More

old man winter

Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are … More

Night finds me awake… it has been this way for a long time… first it had been the tick-tock keeping … More

Would it be alright if I simply give in to this dark monument that rises? Large chunks of being this, … More

I caught him looking at me when I opened my eyes, grandpa. I had been aware, that he was looking … More

I think, it was a few days after they had closed down the old post office building, that I found … More

“…feels like I am frozen”, said an angsty writer to a hypothetical group of people he had been imagining for … More

I feel ties of comradeship weigh down upon my chest. Buried under the crushing weight of my wounded horse, I … More

When you stop a moment mid-happening, what could it mean? When you catch it and let it linger on… what … More

A someone emerges into the light And a stream of white takes over A someone giggles at the sun And … More