Truth, Unleashed

I'll never forget the date - it was Sunday, September 14, 1997: the day I accidentally handcuffed myself to one of my uncle's kitche...

The moment I knew for sure; the contorted grimace of your face as rigor drew back the corners of your mouth: such memories I can endure....

for Him Splendid overhead shone the sun, hot and heavy as a breath.  It was summer, high golden summer, days of sweat and ennui under...

The words that he had spoken were shocking, even obscene.  Eat my flesh, he had said, and live forever!  Before he had even finished, some...

You can't stop me? You can't stop me! You won't stop me! You . . . won't . . . stop me? . . . stop me . . .

Here's another song I wrote in high school.  The melody is simple, but plaintive and pretty.  I imagine it being sung almost a capella ,...

I went through a sonnet phase when I was fifteen.  I would usually write at least one sonnet a day.  Most of them were contrived and pretty ...