The Incomplete Writer

I struggle to complete things. I am the kind of writer who often gives up just before an ending. I … More

The Climbing Tree

When I was a very young boy, maybe six or seven, I used to love it when my parents would … More

i’m so angry. this world is a prison from which I long to escape. all around me I see people … More

I am seated at my kitchen table. It is a round vintage table from the 1950’s. I spent a lot … More

Sometimes I wonder about my contributions to this world. What am I doing? What is my reason for being here? … More

My grandfather was a nose picker and so was my father. Most of my memories of both my father and … More

I am currently going through a separation from my wife. I moved out from our small home in the country … More

I’ll be honest- my birthday sucked. It was not anything in particular that took place but rather an over all … More

After 37 years, I am still in high school. It is a mystery to me how this has become my … More

I know this may seem strange but I am suffering from a moving nipple. It is my left nipple and … More

Boredom has been tugging at me like a strange ache which refuses to let go. The days have been filled … More