Remembering the Final Cut: Dedicated to Robin Williams
Dear, Patch. Hello, Peter. Mork, Jack, Good Will Hunting. No more Good Mornings! We have reached What Dreams May Come,…
Category: Original Lit
Fizz and April
"You're dating a slut," I giggled against warm lips, swaying disconnected in the dance. Mind in another world I sat…
Faded Shades of Rainbow
A soft breeze rustled across deep green grass, perfectly cut to match its square interior. Sun settled down over small,…
Movies that Speak Volumes
Pain and sorrow are the sweet rains flowing across the film of our lives. We dive deep through trust and…
Fire Falls
The Descent begins anew, Stumbled a thousand times upon The pavement stones and Will again a thousand more. This Son…
43 Cars, 1 Long Day
Twice per year, for a period as short as a few hours and up to about a week or so,…
The Balloon Walkers, Master of the Backyard, and Pedagogue
He is now climbing the tree, tasting the sky, and now edging sideways out onto the slick rock, held up…
Dialing the 4400 (Parody of Adele’s song, Set Fire to the Rain)
USA Network had it all, the hottest shows And the summer rose, sizzled and burned. It was the hottest line-up…
On Reading ‘A Government of Wolves’
Close your eyes. Imagine you are George Winston. It is 1984. You are concerned about Big Brother watching you. The…
Forgetting Him
Emperor Caligula declared war on Poseidon and ordered his soldiers to thrust their spears into random, threatening, foaming waves. I…