I write words and things. Trying to be a professional. Have plays, scripts, short fiction. Take a look, it's on a blog.

Tree, Pretty

They met as seeds and knew each other. She would roll away for the chase and he would follow, because he didn’t want to lose her. Neither knew where they had wanted to settle and root. The wind carried them and they both enjoyed seeing the land and what was there.

They amused the elders, whom of course, knew better and had seen what was all to be seen and known. Two young lovers completely clueless and going to lose.

They remember when it happened. The sun was out and the air tasted like hay and dust after the rain. The car came and she was carried away to the other side. He wanted to run to her, but his roots were gripping the earth now.

As they grew they reached out as much as they could. Their branches would never touch. She and him would never be able to hold each other

Shower and Teeth

Quietly In a Dark Corner