The Lies We Tell Ourselves
Locked away in a cage with bars made of blood and words, I can’t draw in a full breath nor exhale to…
It’s happening!
Come along for the ride through my thoughts by way of excerpts from my as yet unpublished works, that include, but are in no way limited to, poetry, vignettes, and very possibly short stories.
(This site is new and in the process of getting the rough edges off, so please forgive any wonkiness!)
The latest
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(almost)Prose
(almost)Prose
Useless Things
It’s amazing how much people need to be needed. When a person’s usefulness is brutally stripped away…
(almost)Prose
Those Wings Upon My Back
How must it be to live life not knowing there were wings upon your back? Never used, never stretched…
(not)Poetry
The Villainous three
There once were a villainous three, As fearsome as can be, When suddenly one day, It could have been…
What’s upcoming
World of Rhodes
““Is it time?”
R. Rhodes
My voice is hoarser than I remember, dimly I wonder just how long I’ve been here, staring at that panel of mine.
Minutes, hours, days? Longer?”
“I became someone else. Sometimes day to day, sometimes week to week. Rarely any longer. Or at least…that’s what I thought.”
R. Rhodes
R. Rhodes“There once were a villainous three,
As fearsome as can be,
When suddenly one day,
It could have been in May,
One of them was killed,”