Short stories, Poems and Random Musings

A Defense of BHM Childhood memories are fleeting, ephemeral, sometimes painfully intangible things. You realize that as you slowly get older...

An Ostrich-Horse with No Name The tumbleweeds blew in the late afternoon breeze, a small respite from the scorching desert sun. In 1879,...

On February 5, 2002, I stepped off a plane and into a new world. It was snowing. A cold wind blew white flakes that swirled around me as I b...

The Keeper of the Light We all want something – More than mere satisfaction. So, won’t you spill out your heart, Will you show ...

I think, therefore I am. It seems so straightforward. Most people don’t even think twice about it: of course we think; of course we are...

Real or Fantasea She appeared to me. A dream, vague and indistinct, Borne of deepest fantasy. Her love - incorporeal,  Like flash...

Tick Tock Once upon a day In a land far away On a bleak Thursday in November Came the darkest evening of the year A child was...

Perchance to Dream The world does not wait  for us, in between our dreams. While we sleep, it plots and schemes To lead us to a p...

The Camera Has Eyes... I've never been a visually talented person. Like everything else, it has come with practice. Growing up, I wa...

Curse of Man From the underground,  We venture forth. Not into the light, But a darkness  Of another kind