Regression: Chapter Two
Erin has made coffee today, as usual, even though she seldom drinks it. Continue Reading
English
It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
Regression: Chapter One
Life in the year two thousand, three hundred and fifty one does not differ much from life in the year two thousand. Continue Reading
Regression: Introduction
The year is two thousand, three hundred and fifty one. Continue Reading
I lay down my weapons for the day- poem
I lay down my weapons for the day Continue Reading
Excuses -poem
So, you like making up excuses, Continue Reading
Misconections – tale
What a waste! He said, throwing the fish back into the river. Continue Reading
A wish – poem
I wish I had it in me
to care more about politics and environmentalism, Continue Reading
Takeaway girl- poem
I want a takeaway girl,
to put in my pocket and go Continue Reading
Offense is your name- Poem
Offense is your name,
and you feed on my flaws Continue Reading
The unlikely ones: Cellphone
Ceremoniously upset, Mitch pulled out the phone vibrating in his pocket. Continue Reading