I could have pretended to be something like all of them, I could have played a game and fit in with those around me and I knew if I did I would never really be me
Every other day of the year he's dead. Today he lives in my mind. The funny smart-ass kid that bounced around when he was six and I was eleven, I was Matthew and he was Matthew but when we finally got to meet he became Little Matt and I became Big Matt. Uncle Matt is… Continue reading Ghosts With Bones
Through the darkness, the beast stalks slowly, cautiously, tasting the air, peering through the shadows perked ears straining for the slightest shift, the indrawn breath silently probing the impenetrable darkness for sign of the prey prey which too suddenly could become predator there, the whisper of flesh against tree-trunk frozen, the beast fixes upon targeted… Continue reading Again The Night
There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost.
He took the microphone and walked to the center of the dance floor with her, as everyone pushed back. She clutched her dress nervously, never liking the spotlight. The music started, and she smiled like the sun breaking through clouds. 'Butterfly' had long been one of 'their' songs, he would sing to her in front… Continue reading Anniversary
when we were kids we would play and laugh and it never mattered if we got hurt because we were going to live forever