Tori travels abroad to work on a job project and meets Jono, a man who forces her to examine what it is she really wants. Second favorite short story from 2008.

Corey and Riggs embark on a road trip, sharing everything except what needs to be said. My favorite short story from fiction writing in 2008. These characters will definitely see more of the limelight.

My first poetry chapbook, put together in my Advanced Poetry class.

Second poem for AdvPoetry Chapbook.

First poem for AdvPoetry Chapbook. I like cooking.

Written during a summer while playing with magnetic poetry pieces.

Several images just placed together.

Written while in one of my classes while someone was talking.

Mountain images in Wales.

Free thought, how one person connected to another is able to see a different side.

First poem written in my poetry class of 2008. Attempt to write outside the subject. Following the example of "Glen Uig."

Song I've been working on for a while.

Written late at night while attempting to try my hand at a rhyme scheme again. This always makes me laugh. Rather inspired by the movie "Quills."

300 wd "short short" story.

Second short story for FicWrit Draft: I Crazy painter and easy going writer.

First short story for my FicWrit class. Draft: II

A song I had originally written in high school, but since decided to rewrite it and I'm quite satisfied with the result.

Something that developed after reading some manga late late at night.

Poetry assignment for the Sestina style.

Poetry assignment for the villanelle style.

A wasted night only to find my bed in a state of sobriety.

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Yes, I realize undefinable is not in the dictionary. Call it poetic liscence.

Poetry assignment for describing an object with or without the use of iambic pentameter. If you can't tell, it's about a pen.

Poetry assignment for a triolet

Another short one, and secretive as well.

Exceptionally short.

Selfexamination on a rainy day.

Written while listening to a choir.

Written while listening to choral evensong

A poem I wrote for one of my besties.

For future reference, I took some poetical liscence and made disillude into a word. Basically the same as disillusionment. I tried changing it, but I like the original fit. Please don't point it out to me, it's there for a reason.

A Pleasantville type of song perhaps.

A mythological satire I’m in the process of writing. The main character is a professor who teaches a mythology and folklore class, who is also a Cyclops.

Written while listening to Tree of Hearts on loop and reading over a friend's journal entry about a death in her family.

Another free thought poem written while walking about my room thinking of absolutely nothing.

Poem I wrote while walking across campus. First in a while for one of free thought.

The first poem I've written in a year. Simplisitic to say the least.

A swift rendition of the overall theme of my Dreamer of Yore story.

Four liner that I wrote a while ago but recently found.

Something I scratched together during one of my classes that I happen to despise at the moment.

Wrote this in 2004 and recently found it again while rummaging through a few journals. As usual, I love the ending.

After at least five months of not writing anything, this is what I have to show for it. Not much, only a whim.

A play with the alphabet, not to mention a little string of my mind.

Unusual rhyme scheme for me.

Life's a taxi driver and Death's just the simple bellhop at the hotel.

Thought this up one night when my mom said she always had to think too hard about my other pieces.

Different technique that suits this particular poem.

Wrote this down while listening to "Arthur's Farewell", though I didn't realize the was the name of the song until after I finished writing this.

Couldn't think of a shorter title, sorry about that.

One of my favorites that I recently found under a stack of papers.

Something I wrote based upon a scene I imagined from a book.

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A different approach to writing my poetry; not sure how much I like it though.

Something I found amidst a pile of papers I had forgotten about.

The style's a little messed up because this thing seems to want everything aligned perfectly.

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For future reference, "Beserkr" was purposely spelled without another "e". Basically a rendition of one of my fictional characters.

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Not family related, it's more of having an argument with myself. Multi-dimensional if you get what I mean.

A play on words and how those who are winged wish for the normality of earth. Jotted this down after reading some of e.e. cummings.

One and one hardly ever make two.

Took about five minutes with a single idea, the last line. There is a difference between those who sleep and those who dream; which one are you?

You must make your own choices to shape your dreams.

Was supposed to be the chorus of a song, but I couldn't find any other words that would fit in with this.

Short, key point the last two lines.

I guess you could say this was influence a little by the Matrix.

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For some reason, when I was writing this, I'm not sure if I completely understood what it meant. Now that I have grown and matured, it amuses me how I missed the message back then.

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Reminds me of a modern wasteland...

I was going through some rough times when I wrote this... I think it was the beginning of a rebirth for myself.

The only thing that really makes sense once I think about it, is the last line... weird.

I meant for this to be more amusing, but I don't think it turned out that way. My favorite line is how the grass is blue instead of green.

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If I were a dragon who slept through time... (Read A.A. Attanasio's The Dragon and the Unicorn)

I like short lined poetry... keeps things to the point.

An image of a man working late at night with his coffee mug... he's supposed to be going crazy.

I used to think I was optimistic, but after rereading all of these poems, I beginning to doubt that assumption.

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I'm not exactly sure how to describe this one... just read it for yourself.

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The longing for someone to understand and to know

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A poem based on a picture

I tired to base it off a book I remember reading years ago, but the only thing that really reflects that are the last two lines.

Inspired by what goes on in the dreary place of Mordor in Tolkien's Lord of the Rings books

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Inspired by the paths of the dead in Tolkien's Lord of the Rings books.

Something that popped in my head... because I don't like the little labels.

A little bit of darkness

A poem that always makes me laugh at myself.

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Ok, Contemporary modern. Modern proof that is so apparent it practically blinds the onlooker. Therefore they can only outline whatever it is they're seeing. They have an idea of what this proof might be, but it's like a word at the tip of your tongue.

Just a four liner.

One of my poems that's published in Anthology of Poetry by Young Americans

One of my songs... I love the chorus

Throwing away keys to things they don't wish to know anymore.