I’m always forgetting things, leaving things behind or losing things all together. It started at an early age, I blamed the sock monsters, the dust bunnies and the ear worms that wouldn’t let me forget some silly song but always made me lose track of why I entered a room. My mother always told me “ you’d forget your head if it weren’t attached to your own shoulders”. She wasn’t wrong, I could lose...

It was a summer evening like any other, the fire flys were illuminating the dusk filled sky. The sound of little one’s mothers shouting their name for them to come home before the dark hit the parking lot. We were teenagers now though, none of our parents called for us, they had given up on trying. Our nocturnal ritual had commenced as the last of the younger kids had left. It’s time for a game of...

Thinning my patience, all I can do is stretch

I feel so elated there’s no cries of pain when I stretch

How am I blessed? I’ve ran out of strength every time I stretch

So how long can I do this until I’m laying flat on a stretch?...

I began seeing Ms. Fantima after I suffered a TBI ; in hopes that she could uncover some memories of mine through hypnosis. To my delight and utter confusion she did her job as she described, she unlocked my inner self. What she unlocked though wasn’t me, at least not the present me. I started getting these weird visions that I was on the Trail of Tears with the rest of my tribe. The kicker? My D...

Little tiny feet poking through the blanket

Eyes shining bright and blue like your mother’s

Small puny fingers wrapped around my heart

Not enough moments to live in with you....

I could barely keep my head straight after the fight with Discord gang, their methods were how do you say? A little more brutal than to be expected. I took off my mask slowly as to not brush it against my bruised cheek bones. My face was swollen and I looked like I went 12 rounds with a Golden Glove Boxer. In all reality, I’ve been doing this vigilante business for 10 years now and it was getting ...

Hello old friend,

if you’re reading this something is horribly wrong. See the year of this letter being penned is 2054. I’m writing to you through a technology we call “Past Presents”. It first originated as a gift from one scientist to another, so they could write to their father who had passed away at an early age. The results were fascinating but nonetheless there was always something that co...