Doe, do something only I could understand, walk in the middle of the road with your eyes closed.
Doe
Don’t Get Lost
I turn to respond only to be greeted by the soft caressing scent of a pine fire
November Newsletter
For over a year now, I've been working full-time as a writer and editor, involved in projects that I love. This newsletter will help people stay up to date on all my work.
Touching Base
I hope as you read this you to feel the weight of what I speak and know that there is a need for your words and stories. I need them. You need them. And someone you have never met needs them the most.
Inside Outside
I knew the way to his dad’s headstone as though it were my own father—wish that bastard was dead instead of just gone, but luck falls on the beautiful not the brave.
Love in the Garden of Pearls and Jewels
But the possibilities of a dead thing are endless in the minds of teens.
The Travelor
Take this as a warning: shut your blinds, you never know what will come knocking.
Follow Me Home
“Only those who want to go home can. You just don’t want to be alone.”
Day One
“Damn … zombies.”
It Takes More
How many writers can honestly say that they actually work at their craft and put themselves to the test, so they aren’t continually writing the same story over and over again, but in different ways or settings? How many writers try to be better than they were before by practicing and learning their craft in all its weird facets?
Aigner Loren Wilson 