Eventually, the magic of freelance writing just kind of went away. I was left with the kind of emptiness even a minibar can't fill. It's a lonely life. Rated M, just in case.

So, what, is this some sort of investigation? M for language.

Caution: may induce thought, a melancholy demeanor, heartbreaking insomnia, fear for the future, and a sense of deja vu. Take with a cup of tea thirty minutes before a long bath followed by hoodrat activities and cheap cigarettes.

And in a flash of anger, I saw the truth. My first attempt with song lyrics.

An experiment. What happens when love is the biggest enemy of the state? We won't go down without a fight.

At this moment, we had only two things in common.. A quick little short story. Lots of work needed.

A fraction of the story an action, fantasy, romance sort of deal I am currently in the motion of writing. It isn't the beginning, and it isn't the end. And it isn't from just in the middle. I don't know where it's from. I just want to know what you think

Highs and lows. Ups and downs. Love and loss. Life is an elevator.

A small collection of very, very short poems for your consideration.

All of those lonely nights, wandering the dark with only the tip of my cigarette as a guide.

His face isn't yours. Rated M just in case. needs some editing, I know, so your comments are very important to me.

He smiles with his eyes and his soul.

Sleep, sleep sleep. Oh god, why did I drink so much coffee?

An itty-bitty love poem for your amusement.

Before us, it felt like there was nothing. We did it, baby. We made it all.

Love is..complex? A riddle wrapped in an enigma? Yes.

When dinosaurs once again walk the earth, they will inspire poetry. A collection of short poems written about some awesome dinosaur zombies.

A young boy suffers through bulimia. And, really, love. A short story told in blog posts and IM conversations. One of my first. Occasional intentional typoing to make it seem more realistic.

When a boy is forced into an essay for history, inspiration hits.

Love. Touching, tragic, wonderful.

Love is unconditional and unending. A poem written for my creative writing class.