My Poetry

Grandma Faye.

She was carried down to the earth on the sun on a summer day in May. And she was carried up to heaven on the moon on a cold, dark, night. She appeared in my dream one night, adorned in a purple dress, eating an orange Creamsicle. She birthed thirteen children, six boys and seven… Continue reading Grandma Faye.

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My Dreams While I Sleep

Paralyzing Dreams.

Philosopher-Neuroscientist Antti Revonusuo in Finland developed a theory that states, “The biological function of dreaming is to simulate threatening events, and to rehearse threat perception and threat avoidance”. These types of dreams are called “threat simulations”, and these type of dreamers are said to survive more often than other dreamers… Imagine you open your eyes,… Continue reading Paralyzing Dreams.

Short Stories

Live Inside the Prison with Mad Max.

My name is Maxwell Smith, age 40, white male. But call me Max. Whatever you do, do not call me Mad Max or Mental Max like the rest of the world. When you write about me and cite me, call me Max. Just Max. The Warden took this hour for the interview out of my… Continue reading Live Inside the Prison with Mad Max.

Short Stories

Gorilla War

I was only able to grab one thing from my apartment before it’s swallowed up by a starving hole in the ground. Of course as soon as my boyfriend and I are on the brink of everything we talked about during college, the world is crashing and burning. I had dreams we would get married,… Continue reading Gorilla War

My Dreams While I Sleep

The Gorilla War

And yes, I mean gorilla, not guerilla... I don't know what I watched before I went to sleep last night, but I had the craziest dreams. I am so grateful that I am able to remember my wild dreams and be able to tell them. Anyways...   In my dream last night, all of humanity… Continue reading The Gorilla War

My Opinions

Bailey, #1915

He wore a smile that covered half of his face. But even with the smile covering most of his face you could still see the determination, perseverance, and awe in his eyes. As he crossed the finish line, in the background you could see all of the triathlon attendees cheering him on. You can also… Continue reading Bailey, #1915

My Dreams While I Sleep

The Man in the Orange

I had a dream about Channing Tatum, but it wasn’t a typical dream about the hunk. It was violent and gruesome and graphic and as far from normal as it could possibly be. He was fresh out of jail standing in front of my house in an orange jumpsuit looking for me. I opened up… Continue reading The Man in the Orange

My Dreams While I Sleep

Desert Gunfight

I woke up in the middle of a dry, brown, hot place. I looked around and nothing surrounded me but a few cactus and dead weeds. I climbed off of the ground getting my hands covered in dirt. I bent down to dust the dirt off my knees, and as my eyes were looking down… Continue reading Desert Gunfight