The river sings against the wind It sings a song against the wind It sings a song of valleys bridged And tumultuous torrents of other haunts. The forest sings against the wind It sings a song against the wind It sings a song of dotted hills And baby birds of higher trees. The […]Read More Poem: A River Song
Tired eyes raise to the golden walls Their grey tears mirrored by the savior’s eyes The hard brown pews bring infinite comfort To the lost innocents who preside here in the red city. Here, in the dense black rooms Death awaits in shades of black brighter than yesterday’s fire Yet a blue flame, in […]Read More Poem: America
Black and blue, brown and white, The bundles I carry are fluffy and light; My eyes are heavy, my garment blood red, It is scarlet for my dreams, which are regrettably now dead. I chose not this path, I chose not this name My efforts to change have flickered in vain; If only there […]Read More Poem: Half-Baked
Let me be forgotten. Let my smile be stricken from memory; My laughter, erased from the air. Let time erode my sorrows, Let age rust over my victory. Let me struggle and scream And stand against the tide of the hourglass, And let me fall. Let me drown in the sand. Let me be […]Read More Poem: Hourglass
Activity on this blog has slowed to a crawl as of late, which has a lot to do with a) finals b) the hellish production of two‘s pilot and c) the fact that I’m graduating in maybe like 48 hours? Crazy. So, yeah, things have been hectic, and things are changing, and I felt it […]Read More Spring Cleaning & Updates!
The darkness burns as it consumes you. From the inside out you are engulfed. These dreams are not yours; These desires are dangerous. Yet still, your hand is drawn to the flame It burns and scorches but you stand still. You pray for release from that which has you, consumed. You tear yourself apart […]Read More Poem: Blackfire
I know why you did what you did. I understand that you wanted to protect me, I love you, and I always will, but— –No, listen to me— You were wrong. You tried to do the right thing Right up until the end And then you gave up. You chose me over the right […]Read More Just Be Kind
The tin-foil star was torn from the sky but burns a bit in sunlight. The beach chills me to the core, today. I’m wearing shorts. My hollowed chest is a tree trunk. Blackened burning in my nose Roaring drowsiness tugs at my fingers The grass […]Read More Poem: Beach Blue
The Valley Chronicles: Library Edition, a brand new hardcover with beautiful new cover art by Jenette Harris, will be available in local schools and libraries shortly! Check out this work of art below!Read More Now Available: Book One Library Edition!
Turtle, turtle, stay away No sir, no sir, we shall not play. I know you seem alright to me But still, a snapper you could very well be. Don’t look at me like that! I used to love turtles. But one day one murdered my Great Aunt and now my blood curdles Every time […]Read More Poem: Ode to the Turtle