Why risks are no risk at all — WANDERER

This is an excerpt from the first chapter of my manuscript, Wanderer. A 30-year-old man, David Lee-Jacobson, who’s whole life fell apart without ever truly being together, dies. David’s soul moves on to the space beyond life, but his body remains alive, inhabited by a soul who’s never had a body of their own.

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The News Today | Episode 1 | 7th June

Today, there is no news. Nothing of great importance happened. The sky is bright and blue, almost unbearably so. The trees outside my window are adorned in the red golds of autumn, but the pines remain vividly green. The air is bitterly cold, and winter is not very far away at all. I had to […]

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The Third of March | Poem

A poem I wrote as part of my class I take at NMIT. We were asked to write a poem every day for five days. It was fun, I guess. I woke strangely this morning. My thoughts scattered. Patterns shifted. I had some kind of dream that faded before I could imprint it into my […]

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Monsters and Friends | Part 2 |Wander

“ She wanted none of those days to end,  and it was always with disappointment  that she watched the darkness stride forward. “ LOLA The streets were quiet. Fat clouds bounced overhead, blocking out the sun. A scrap of newspaper floated across the pavement and bumped into the door of a hair salon, from the window you […]

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Monsters and Friends | Part 1 | Dark

“ yet each man kills the thing he loves by each let this be heard some do it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with a sword “ ~ Oscar Wilde      TRISTAN It was a lonely quiet day, as the night before […]

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Concave | Poem

I wrote this poem while I was listening to a song. This is sort of how it make me feel. But it’s more than that.   My heart beats inside my chest,   And as it thuds,   And tremors,   I cannot help but feel   An eerie sense of foreboding.   A storm […]

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Maelstrom | Part 2 | Neighbor

The Doctor woke with a dreadful fright, as the crash of a breaking bottle landing on his balcony from the apartment above him, jarred him from his rest. “You’re quite the specimen, aren’t you?” A feminine voice said from above. Julian looked up to see a woman who looked to be around his age, drinking […]

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Dismantle | A Poem

Most of my poems come to me in a flurry of a moment. A rush of particular emotion. This is for sure, one of those.   Throw me up against the wall,   Mark my skin,   Like countless times before.   A strike.   A cut.   A bite.   Take a claw to […]

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Maelstrom | Part 1 | Doctor

It was a fine spring afternoon when Dr. Julian Gale arrived at the front desk of his new apartment building. He had mixed emotions about it all, but had deemed it necessary when his previous landlady regretted to inform him that the building was being demolished. Due to structural unsoundness, or something to that effect. […]

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Fever | A Poem

A poem based off a rather strange dream I had. This one took some time to get it to sound right. I just hope it makes sense.   I dream of eyes drawn in pastel, Soft and green. With a knowing gleam that asks but one question: Where are you? Of handmade windmills, Their corrugated […]

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