Original poetry, prose, and reflections. I write nobody asks for. These pieces stay rough on purpose — the polished writing lives on the courses and the consulting decks; the raw stuff lives here.
I saw myself alone — outcast by my own volition, consigned to the filth the world had left to me. For seven days, I denied my flesh any gratification or nourishment, desperate to overcome my weakness, and in doing so, I uncovered the error of my mind.
Why should Loki's arbiter cast such a foolish and negligent euphoria on my platonic mind? The minions of the entangler have imposed themselves upon me with intentions malicious and fruitless.
The singular flaw in your personality is that you might find me desirable too. You are impossibly capable where I am only curious, kind where I am indifferent.
More fiction drafts, essays, and short pieces in a notebook nobody but God has seen yet. These three are the ones I've chosen to publish.