WIP – Niagara – Chapter 7.

It should be known that before you read this, if you choose to do so, that this book has already been written. I am just now putting it all together, piece by piece (each piece is from a different year, which absorbs completely different outcomes and is one of the reasons I find it hard…

Webs of Crimson | Dream 2014

“You have to do this!”, her sister’s scream trailed off through the dust cloud billowing a veil between them. It was too late, her sister had been taken, snatched up before she had a chance to say goodbye. The stone cut like glass shards beneath her skin and the dust, like poison, as she gasped…

Levitation | Raising a Dream.

“The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.”   Liz looked down at her phone, desperately trying to figure out how to text, “WAIT FOR ME,” to Chris. She had been in the interview process from the moment the sun rose ’til it set beyond the streets in some far-off…

Cadence, Chapter 13 | Crazy Train

“Reality is something you rise above.” Liza Minenelli A young man, spry, and in a rush, left his post where he had waited next to me for the incoming train bound for Philadelphia. As he passed me, he looked at me through the corners of his eyes and motioned the Sign of the Cross, as kind…

Cadence, Chapter 4 | Good Vibrations

Like the young, artistic and budding alcoholic that I was, I finally found my tribe amongst the inebriated ideals of the dreamers, the doers, the back breakers and shakers and makers, the misunderstood, the outcasts and odd balls, the black sheep and square pegs, the vibrant cheerleaders that always said what they meant with an eccentric flair, the thirsty souls and hungry minds, the saddle tramps and pioneers, the esoteric existentialists and flaming liberals, out-of-the-box thinkers and the daytime drinkers, the philosophers of form and function, the dirty birds and slick tongues, the captains of the subjective vs. objective, and the dj’s turning beats in the melting pot of our very own version of creative genius.

Branded | Vision

This is a vision about my origins. Perhaps a past life. Perhaps a symbolic reflection of where I am appointed in the present. Perhaps a future life in the making, birthing forth lone wolf warriors. Something to sink my teeth into… Vision | February 18th, 2018 | Music – Ohm Zone 432 Hz ________ They…

Cadence, Chapter 1.

The phone rang and crackled, sure to be bugged as I picked up the line. “There isn’t much time. The marriage already happened so it doesn’t even matter,” he confessed. Panic set in as I spread my hands wide open on the desk’s surface so I could hold myself steady. “No it didnt! What are…