A small part of me dies at the end of each sentence. Every period constructs my personal burning ghat, each coma suffocates an ember of my existence. This perpetual death…

I was living a secondhand life for many years. Like an old worn-out t-shirt hanging on the thrift store rack, waiting for someone to take me home so that I…

broken raindrops of existence kindled by flames of eternity grasped by the throat of time dripping memories from my glass of wine bloodstained youth of– dreamless dreams running in circles…

Success doesn’t come overnight. Unless you win the lottery or your rich uncle Mike dies and leaves you a fortune. I had a rich uncle that I didn’t speak with…

When I was a child my Grandmother had 2 pianos in the living room. I never saw her sit down and play them in 20 years. I was always banging…

I worked for the federal government right out of college. It was the kind of job that came with a badge and a gun. G man, they called me. That…