The Clog – Narration

Not in the mood to read? Here's an "Audio-Visual" story I'm working on. Images are "placeholders", but the story, voiceover, and effects are mine.

A kiss is just a kiss

"You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss..." Do you remember your first kiss? I do. I was about 12, and it happened under the stairs in middle school. It was very awkward and involved braces, bumping eye glasses and noses. First Kiss. French Kiss Kiss of Death. Kiss Goodbye.

The Clog

You might call this entry a “Fantasy”, but I like to call it a “Feel Good” story. Either way, it’s a mini escape, and perhaps a bit of “food for thought”. Enjoy, xxoo. They had always had access; access was easy. It had been a not-so-secret secret for decades. The tunnels were intricate, yet direct. … Continue reading The Clog →

Damaged

This story is ultra personal. It is a small event which changed the course of my life. I didn't tell anyone until years later. I'm not one to "overshare", however in light of recent events, I feel it's warranted. With all of the clamor regarding old testimonies from "never mentioned" crimes, it's easier to … Continue reading Damaged →

Hairowin (rough draft)

Her mother tugged harder than ever, smoothing back Chevon’s deep brunette hair with a fine toothed metal comb, into a high elegant chignon. The small child squirmed in the hard chair, impatient after more than 2 hours of primping. “Stay still”, boomed her mother’s voice over her head, echoing off the grey marble flooring of … Continue reading Hairowin (rough draft) →

Floating Down

Light fades, Shadows move Silently I fall slow motion Deeper into the abyss A cavernous void, infinite chasm Weightless no sound I continue down Into the otherworld Never landing Floating down forever

Tethered

Tethered to the past Tethered to the now Tethered to the future I don't know how To disconnect, change course, shift focus To become untethered.

Mythical

Simple Definition of mythical : based on or described in a myth : existing only in the imagination He stood 6'3". A large man, cutting a figure with his flaming toupee billowing in the wind. He carried himself as though always on camera, in part because he had spent a lot of time in front … Continue reading Mythical →

Tarnished

Oh my tarnished heart Do you remember when you were shiny and new? Before the reality of life set in When nature was all you saw and you believed in kindness Before tv and pollution contaminated everything good When you were just perfect for being you Before they told you what you needed to be … Continue reading Tarnished →

Dust

Everyone has one. No, not the one who got away. The one we wish we never met. The one we love to hate and hate to love. Until the spell breaks. And it all turns to dust. Amen.

Cloaked in Mystery

Cloaked in mystery, the orchid mantis sits. Still, so still. She waits. Patience is her virtue. She is beautiful, yet discreet. Barely visible. Behind her camouflage she hides. She's become what she needs to be in order to survive. She is a small miracle, yet a machine. She operates in stealth mode. Cloaked in her … Continue reading Cloaked in Mystery →