Category: writing

Taboo confessions whispered in the dark echo longer. Things left unsaid grow into… These secrets, that shouldn’t be, and aren’t really. You know. I know. This is what I want to tell you. This...

Love is unruly hair and sleepy eyes. Love is that thing that drives you absolutely batty about them, but you’d miss immediately if they stopped doing it. Love is a back rub with tired...

There’s a barn in my town. It’s old. I would say well over a century. I’ve been watching it get older for years. My best guess is that the town grew up around the...

Really. There are few benefits for the romantic himself. It can be absolutely amazing for the person he’s dating, but they only see half the story. There’s the extra pain when things don’t work...

There’s inspiration in the mundane, and beauty in the ache. There’s music in the creaking of old bones, and hopeful lyrics in crushing words. The stories are everywhere. All around. Still. Nothing compares to...

When I was 25ish, and all pepper, no salt, I was writing screenplays constantly. Every waking hour basically. And when I wasn’t sitting at my computer, fingers dancing excitedly, I was jotting notes on...

There’s a greenish 12:53 gently lighting the corner of the room. He sees it. Spooning her, right from the start, had been wildly contented arousal. His lips on her neck. Her skin the long-sought-after...

I posted this the other day on (the soon to be rebranded) Pooping Rainbows. I received a wrong number text this morning. “Hi, it’s Lisa. We need to talk.” The single dude mental-muscle-memory kicked...