Glass
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 6th, 2000 No Comments »
I am often caught by my reflection in glass, usually
in a window, and my own face startles me. I’m not
sure what I expect to see there…
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 6th, 2000 No Comments »
I am often caught by my reflection in glass, usually
in a window, and my own face startles me. I’m not
sure what I expect to see there…
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on December 3rd, 1999 No Comments »
A poem about my good ol’ uncle Joe…
Filed under Stories, Writing on January 19th, 1999 No Comments »
It doesn’t take much to fix a laptop computer, if you know how, and if you have the time and energy, and I suppose the experience helps a bit. Maybe even some training…
Filed under Comic book, Stories, Writing on October 11th, 1998 No Comments »
(The comic book I write was intended to be very loosely based on the following short story, but ended up being something wholly different.)
”You can see him now…
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on February 2nd, 1998 No Comments »
The lights dim as the cinema begins.
She moves as a parade
of jasmine and winter breath
and I am the last dance of hornets losing stingers…