First Grade Journal Entries Part 1

      While at my mothers a couple weeks ago, I indulged in the powers of nostalgia after finding my old early childhood journalings, the one’s they made me write in school, wherein I must have explored incredible depths of pure sorrow and spiritual insight. I knew...

a red room

I played inside a jungle gym at McDonald’s a long time ago. That place was once under the sun, and families would go there before health came into fashion. There was a plastic blue shelf for our shoes, there were chairs and tables for the parents to mingle at...

The Inebriated Temple

The following is A string of thoughts, fiction, and poetry strung together randomly and indecipherably for your inconvenience — My home is not like other homes, which is not to suggest some supernatural element has taken hold onto my life as one might infer due...