She had one coffee cup, small and white. She also had a tiny coffee pot and an air-sealed container for the coffee. It was supposed to be drunk in company, shiny butter cookies baked in twists, in the middle of the table. It was supposed to be drunk in small sips,  punctuated by gossip. She drank it alone, daily, at four. Sometimes she would listen to music, others she would open the backgammon...

Clouds billow from the sky as rain screams down from the heavens. Lightning, thunder, and wind deafen the sounds of the cityscape below. Above it all is an ominous tower, where two men argue. Nicholas bursts into the quiet office to see his old friend standing at the wide window. “James, what are you doing? We need to get out of here!” James looks back at Nick. “I’m sorry Nicholas. There’s noth...

Before everything, before life, before death, before time itself, there was nothing. A tumultuous void existed where the universe did not. Suddenly, there was a bright flash, and a deafening sound, and a being was born. Unbound by space and time (as they didn’t exist yet) this being had no true form. They existed as all beings, at any moment, all at once. This being looked upon the endless land...

The moon rose and off the little girl huffed, up the green grass to sit beneath the lonely pear tree on top of the loneliest hill. Crouched beneath its drooping limbs, hugging tight her knees, she couldn’t tell if she would cry or scream or sink into the earth so deeply to grow wildflowers from her head. “My dear, what’s wrong?”“Nobody listens to me!” Exclaimed the little girl. “Oh, that is har...

Snow falling; She doesn't hear him callingThe thunder claps...Then lightingFear of the nothing the silence Creeps in Seeps in Latches onShe sees something in the cornerThe sun rises & with first light she forgets last night  

Staring at the frozen Earth thousands of miles away, entranced by the idea of staying in a moment forever, she places her glass upon the marble countertop.She wanted that moment to last, for the condensation from her drink to never drip onto the counter, for the satellite ship she called home to halt mid-orbit and for the feeling she held deep in her stomach to remain forevermore.Walking toward...

Hey you,Let me tell you something I think will compel you, I want to help you, Consciously elevate you, before I misplace you or mistake you, For, Maybe myself.The fool who projected himself,His ego, His demons on you. Hey can I show you, my own hell?Maybe my composing room, but how will that do. I know you, can I trust who I see you as when I'm close,To, The person I feel is you, Your vibes, Y...

4am. I was at the bus depot in North Hollywood, waiting for the Greyhound to Santa Cruz. Standing there in my cargo shorts, baseball cap, rucksack and a pair of knock off Ray- Bans hanging off the neck of a Jim Morrison t-shirt, I was the perfect picture of a tourist, or “traveller'', straight out of university. With a well thumbed copy of On the Road on me at all times, I fancied myself a mode...

Bedsheets, an extended poem. I promise I will wash them. But not yet.How strange, the recurring cotton under my fingertips, how well acquainted I am with the strange stain in the corner. My bedsheets are my home. I’ve decided I will die here, but in no somber way, I’ll lay contemplating memories, wrapped subtly in brushed cotton.You lay here once.Only once though. A simple night of fiendish gl...

I arrive home and I’m hit with a double whammy: My mom is dead and I won’t make rent. There are two ways to respond to that news. The first is to reach out to family, mourn our mutual loss while working to pull myself out of the gutter I threw myself in. The second involves liquor. Guess which I choose? A small bottle of Jim Beam costs six dollars and I have fifty left. An hour in, three-quarte...