Poetry

If A Me Falls…

When I’m alone and I talk, with no one around to hear, am I really talking? Am I saying anything? Do my words exist? Or are my utterances forever lost to a climb into a sky that only grows colder the more it concedes to a natural vacuum?

Nonfiction

Just Thought I’d Point That Out

The ironic thing about “a part” and “apart” is that, in the former, the words are separate while, in the latter, the words are together, yet when used in a sentence, they hold the opposite meaning of how they appear. I am a part of the group. (The words are separate while the sentence speaks… Continue reading Just Thought I’d Point That Out