If someone had told Greg Taylor that he’d be rewriting the history of Ironic Things Laced with Rock Music lyrics one day, he wouldn’t have…
Month: September 2017
These downtown streets are like broken promises spilling into the surrounding neighborhood. They are like pathways bordering an interrupted fantasy. They are arteries skirting the…
In this sapphire blue ocean day swim turns determined striking out barrier island disappearing behind Distant sandbar rising up as if Poseidon positioned it right…
I was nominated for the One Lovely Blog award by my friend Mek, a talented writer at 1000 Hours Left. I would like to thank…
At fifteen, I found myself intricately studying the architecture of hamburgers and following the instructions of my uncle regarding the assembly and appearance of such…
My mind drifts from the still life in landscape painted in oil breaking up the melancholy of cursed rooms to the center of the hospital…
Why go back to the 1980s when you can revisit the 1970s? I wrote this character sketch on my cousin when I was about fifteen-years-old.…
She walks in beauty or rather she once ran through the scorching farm fields heavy with crops Look at me, she would say swarthy, twiglike,…
In a drowned house water rushes through the corners of seams over pine floors, soffits and studs, stairs and rooftops flood water rises as cries…