the heel press

I use the phrase like a probe “the truth is” I write the words I speak the words I think ...

I always thought words - The Right Words - were like fireflies that glow and buzz around you yet reaching out,...

don't forget me when the leaves fall and the sidewalk echoes in its cold silence don't forget me when the rain fall...

Some people say they'd like to turn back time literally grab a hold of those arms sweeping past seconds, minutes and...

What's strange is that I am calm now and at the same time I am itching I am radiating an instinctive knowing fro...

Amazing - this insistent feeling born out of an alienation a frustration rooted in an inability to connect "...

The candle casts a ring of light onto the glass table its ring of light is filled filled with its own shadow Th...

the cursor blinked on the screen silently. patiently.   waiting to see what word would follow the

When I am this tired, complete sentences are like...     strangers. They sit far from where I am and ...

Today, I started doing what I always used to do: ignore my words while I tend to other tasks, hoping that they&rsquo...

there is so much to say sometimes I want to cram words into corners. into spaces. into holes. but over...

In my humanities class, we were asked to write a "love poem" in the form of a sonnet to a piece of techno...