Within A Dark Abyss

Within A Dark Abyss

My mind reels as I wonder,
how I’ve sunk so low.
Floundering within a dark abyss,
that threatens to claim me wherever I may to go.

Images of this life led flicker back and forth.
Reminding me of things better left unsaid.
Unable to shake off,
those thin tendrils of dread. Continue reading

Am I Dreaming?

peekaboo I feel like I’ve been caught in some sort of whirlwind these last few days. It’s as if I’ve awakened from a long, slumbering dream to find myself exactly where I’ve always wanted to be. So much has changed. It really has but in all honesty, I whole-heartedly welcome this change.

I’ve been working on getting Closure in a print edition. It’s going good, thus far, aside from a couple issues with the cover. The printing press hasn’t placed the summary on the back cover initially. I remedied that, though, and am now waiting for the second book proof to arrive. Which, if all goes well, should be sometime Monday or late Tuesday.

In addition to that, I’ve been working on another short story called Stuck, which centers on a post-Apocalyptic theme. It’s undergoing another edit, but if all goes well, it should be ready for posting soon. Continue reading

So Not Down With The Sickness!

My hands flutter across the keys – a myriad of thoughts are tumbling about inside of my head. I keep trying to formulate them . . . to make sense of what my mind is trying to tell me. But when lucidity seems to hit, every thought seems to shatter and fall back into obscurity.

I’m not sure why this is. Perhaps, it’s just because I’m sick and my mind seems to working faster than my hands can keep up. Has this ever happened to you?

Mind you, I’ve been writing off and on today. Bits and pieces of things that I’ve been working¬† and the occasional poetry that seems to spit out of me at a moment’s notice. Yet I still feel distracted. Like I’m not all here, even though I am. Continue reading

The Joys Of Being Up Late

cup noodles umbrella Ahhh . . .¬† the joys of being up late. I woke up about two hours ago and can’t seem to get back to sleep. The rain isn’t helping much, either. But alas, I’ve been here writing, off and on, and creating a couple images in the process.

Not sure what woke me, but I do remember the eerie images of a war and children hiding rolling around in my head. I think it was some sort of nightmare, but I wasn’t scared. I can actually recall the dream, too. Which is unusual because most times I forget what I’ve been dreaming. Continue reading