Original Writings, Something like Poetry

HIGHWAY/SHORE

Out on a highway that ismade of sticks and stones.There I standcounting all my woes.I nurture a soul concealed inthe folds of a hesitant me.Waiting to greet and toucha sign that spells tranquility. I build a bridge to crosstides and unwavering seas.While pelting pebbles at ankleshoping you will see.I am at the end thatno one… Continue reading HIGHWAY/SHORE

Original Writings

Rabbit on the Fence

Rabbit sat on a wooden fence, staring at the stars, those heavenly bodies that twinkled up there, shining off his eyes as if they were, some kind of reflector that truck drivers kept a look out for, while traveling with goods in the night. If only, the world could begin to understand whatever that was… Continue reading Rabbit on the Fence

Original Writings

All About Cody

Cody works for an insurance company. I ask him what his job is and I sense him beat around the bush like a pro, intentionally omitting what he does for a living, and instead taking me on a verbal tour on where he works and for whom. It's not entirely his fault. The cubicle where… Continue reading All About Cody

Original Writings

Josie and I

The oldest memory that I remember or have of Josie Salem is the one from 9th grade. I used to be this overweight, fourteen year old stout kid, who wore his pants high-waist, and combed his hair sideways everyday of the week, and who didn't think twice about my crooked spectacles, because appearances hardly mattered.… Continue reading Josie and I