OCD

Itches that aren't there False steps instill fear It's minor, but still clear OCD

Nights

My body moves easily to the beat People gravitate, but I know the encounter is fleeting I expect no more, but it's a blow to the ego Sweat envelopes my body and a hand's on my waist I move with purpose now, without a glimpse of the face The event is symbiotic, the atmosphere hypnotic, … Continue reading Nights →

Shiver

The sun's rays force their way Through the spaces between the leaves I watch the reflection dance On the frames of my glasses It shines so bright, but the heat Can't reach me as I shiver

The Mandela Effect Part 1

In an alternate universe, Sinbad's life is in complete shambles. When a mysterious figure grants him a surprising way to change his circumstances, he takes it, but it his surprising effects on the world of pop culture.

What?!

What am I doing with my life?

Step

A step. Gravel crunches under my boot. A step. Afraid that they might wake up. A step. I turn my head one last time. A step. The gap where my body was already closed.

Eternal Fall

Where I live there is a crispness to the air. The sun shines, but the atmosphere allows us some relief from its profound heat. Where I live you can't walk yard without crunching under your shoe, a branch-full of leaves. The trees above bear enough green to shade your eyes from the bright sky, while … Continue reading Eternal Fall →