Will you walk with me on the clouds or fall away like the rain? – Dylan, Secrets Kill

the light

the shadows cover everything that once reflected light

what was white is now shades of black and blue

land disappears into the sky

no light

we scramble to find wood

a flicker returns shape to what was no more

the cover is burned and we can now see what matters


Five Years Ago Today

Five years ago today, I decided that Pacific Prep (The Cursed Jackson Green) could not remain a private journal of my daydream world, it had to be published and dedicated to Jessica.  I started spending every free moment writing at Barnes & Noble, Castlewood State Park, and Blackburn Park. Writing progressed from a hobby to an addiction. It took three total revisions, four editors, and two cover artists to get this story to what you see today. It is still flawed but that is life. What writing this did for me in terms of healing was worth every bit of it. I wouldn’t change a thing.