I recently read the memoir, Same Kind of Different as Me (2006) by and Ron Hall and Denver Moore. This book illustrates the different life stories of the two men and how they became friends, even family, and how they were brought together by Ron’s wife, Deborah. The first part of the book talks about each ...

a twist in your gut marks this violent path a heartbeat taken a breath driven out his smile shadows your memories and the blood that soiled his face when he died father’s ghost taunts you in the night where peace can find no purchase in your dreams thirstful vengeance marks your violent path bodies in ...

Kelgen sat with his legs crossed on the edge of the dead forest where he found Jethus. Branches like twisted arms wrestled in a constant breeze sweeping from the east. Under his breath, he recited a prayer to the Four Gods, the words tapping into a language that could only be understood when embracing magic. ...

Kelgen stood amidst a dying forest, barren in the coming autumn, and looked up. Jethus hung by his neck from the branch of a large oak. The rope that strangled his throat had been pinned down by a stake at one end then tossed over the branch, where he was then forced from this life ...

I have written articles about how I have a lot of anxiety about the amount of time it takes me to physically type words. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that sometimes I get so frustrated I don’t even bother writing that day. I’ve figured a way around that. There are these magical things called writing ...

Fear rocks my core And I look to you for stability I want to link my pinky with yours And breathe slowly   Your soft voice is All I have now So, I listen with care Careful not to tune out   Fear rocks my core Your meticulous ways Cradle my fear Even though you ...

Excuses are the plague of my existence. Especially as a writer. I will always tell myself: “No one will probably read my work anyway so if I’m not feeling this story, that’s okay. I should just stop writing it, and move on to my next idea.” The problem with that is everyone has tough days. ...

I base my little tale on the actual life events of my grandfather, Wilburn Elliott. The Elliott characters in the story are all real, and I used their real names. However, the other men who appear in this tale are all fictional people I created to fill in the gaps in the story. You see, ...

2020’s personal development on friendships lost and the discovery of self.  It’s a sad truth that those we start a race with don’t always finish the race with us. As individuals, we seek companionship, we want to share in our experiences and have someone we can depend on. Real friends aren’t easy to come by, ...