She’s standing by the record player, with her hand resting gently on the dark wood chest. The candle lights half her face in the most angelic way. Her unkempt mousy-brown hair falls gently to her shoulder blades. Her dress is covered in soft hues that accentuate the moment. I can’t help but stare in amazement as the essence of my mother is captured ( Read more... )

Fox News: "While most kids were dreaming of new toys, playing outside with friends and watching their favorite cartoons, Tom Cruise was dreaming about killing dictators."

I'm pretty sure this little nugget just made my week.

Leaning against the counter top the woman exhales slowly and re-emerges from her thoughts. She refills her empty wine glass and moves over to the stereo. Billie Holiday is crooning a welcome to heartache and the woman turns up the volume and sings along, "Good morning, Heartache, thought we said good-bye last night. I turned and tossed until it ( Read more... )

A knock on the door. A head pries its way in. It is him. I should have known it’d be him. I make a move to stand from my favorite chair by the window. “Please, Darling, don’t strain yourself. I brought you flowers.” I look down at his hand. Roses. There they are, so bright in this drab, gray flat. How could I have missed them? The red of their ( Read more... )

"I don't think you understood Jesus when you were a child and I don't think you understand him now. I think you've got him confused in your mind with about five or ten other religious personages, and I don't see how you can go ahead with the Jesus Prayer till you know who's who and what's what. Do you remember at all what started off that little ( Read more... )

The boy is gone. She is alone in a corridor, white everywhere. She hears an anguished scream and runs in the direction where she heard it hoping it is not the boy screaming but also hoping he is there so she can see him again. Outside of a room she hears the anguished scram again--it is a woman. She bursts into the room but the people there seem to ( Read more... )

This is an old story I wrote based on a dream I had. I was planning on editing the story but at this point I think it's as good as it's going to get. I'm only going to write the first part of it today, it's kind of long.

Two ships traveling across a stormy sea battling the waves and bargaining with Poseidon to let them cross. The two ships ( Read more... )

My brother and I wrote a song the other night, you can expect to hear it overplayed all over every radio station in the next few months. But until then, I'll give you a taste of the lyrics ( Read more... )

Sometimes silence is nice. Sometimes it's not "will I?" but "do I want to?". Today I am invisible--I'm ok with that. My words barely leave my lips--they barely want to be heard. I suppose it all comes down to timing.

It pisses me off when people claim to know her who didn't. It pisses me off when they dedicate songs to her that mean nothing about her. Maybe it's just jealousy. Maybe I'm scared that there's someone thinks the same about me. But I think of her daily. I don't need to wear a bracelet to remember her. I don't need to visit her resting place daily. I ( Read more... )