Malissa was my first love. I thought that she was absolutely amazing...I am a romantic and an idealist. That pretty much screams the hopeless part of hopeless romantic. I didn't know just where we would end up, but I did know that I wanted to be with her. Every moment I spent with her felt…
Gratitude
An old man is on the streets. To many, the pleas and begging are an annoyance, something to ignore and avoid. Most cannot even look at the dull gray eyes or the long strands of gray and white that frame the sunken cheek bones and the weathered face. His voice is a little coarse, but…
Banana noir
A lone banana skin, abandoned and separated from its body. It cries the lonely cry only the dead can croak. This peel is the only proof that someone sat here on this bench. Proof that someone exists out there who sat down and decided to have a piece of fruit. Who sat here, inches from…
The true writer
There are so many people out there who claim to be writers. But they're not really writers. Being a writer involves more than just updating your blog with the inane details of your daily life. You aren't a writer just because you dot your daily journal with quirky quotes or amusing anecdotes. No, perhaps that…
