So the year is dragging along like a bloated corpse tied to the back of an old woman’s dying scooter going up hill. I’ve been trying to change how my mind processes the world, I’ve been trying to stop being so negative to those ignorant fuckers around me that seem to think everyone wants to hear...
LIFE OR DARKNESS
Murder Rape Assault Gang wars, child porn, prostitution, and drug abuse Marriage for money Divorce from cheating Wholesale sex on the World Wide Web Car bombs Human bombs Children screaming as they are dragged into a dirty white van Never to be seen again Holy wars Serial killers, wasting...
A Shallow finale…
I've never been a big fan of writing poetry that rhymes, but I thought I'd give it a go... plus all I have been posting is bloody shitty blog rants. A Shallow Finale With a blood curdling scream do I wake from my dream Trying not to embrace the darkness Clutching air to my chest do I lay...
A strange short story about a guy meeting Jesus in a bar…
I found this short I wrote years ago while combing through the sludge of my external hard drive, totally forgot I wrote it as it's far too positive to have ever come from me, guess I wasn't always an old jaded writer. I was hesitant to post it, but figured screw it why not? if you can't throw out...
Cattle Train
I wrote this on one of my last trips up to Seattle, I had to go(very begrudgingly I must add) 2-3 days a week on Amtrak for 6 months to cover after we lost an employee (never could find him) but the trip in most cases was bloody terrible, almost always late from an hour up to 3-4 hours. You try...
THAT GUY YOU HATED
A poem I wrote....2004 I think, I remember my son 3 going on 4 had gotten into his inquisitive stage, asking question after question about everything, and all things. It was that first night when this poem rushed through my mind, and reminded me of that one moment back in Ireland when I mused...
HOTEL GHOSTS
For some reason Hotels these days kind of creep me out, I'm always wondering who's been in here before me, what manner of virus did they leave behind are they still alive? or did fate catch them that foggy morning at the cross roads? HOTEL GHOSTS The semi darkness do I creep Ghost in tow begging...

chris
Writer of somewhat dark/realist poetry, prose, and fiction. Sometimes goes under the pen name Draco. Born in Liverpool, England I grew up in Sydney, Australia and traveled the world many times. I now resides in Oregon, USA.