Author Archives: 302writing
Journal 5
“Thank, God…” Mom wailed, rushing over to me and throwing her arms around me. “You made it. They say he doesn’t have much time left.” I ran my fingers over the rough, wooly fabric of her violet cardigan and pressed … Continue reading
Journal 4
I set my things down on the table and saw the message light on the machine was blinking. “Why do I even have a home phone?” I asked myself as I walked over to the antiquated device. I hit the … Continue reading
Journal 3
Burroway, Try This, page 155 Once upon a time, there was a horrible, abominable child who would not do as he was told. He would not listen to his parents or teachers. At dinner time he only wanted to run … Continue reading
Journal 2
“So, you’re just not going to say anything?” Beth asked, looking at me from the corner of the elevator. I pinched the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger and let out a long, hot breath, exhaling like … Continue reading
Journal 1: Rant
I beat the crap out of him. I’ve never had a dream about beating someone up before, but the other night, I finally did. When I was awake, I was confident that ignoring him would suffice. Apparently, my subconscious wanted … Continue reading
Persona Poem #2
Trial Case Files: Dissection #14 Your eyes glaze, devoid of care, As I gaze then stomp up that final stair Like a fable, I lay you sleeping on the table I could cut you into pieces or I might tear … Continue reading
Choice Poem
The Tale of Jack P. Sneed By: Evan Hicks This is the tale of Jack P. Sneed A little brat who would not read Though his mother begged and pleaded Jack would not be superceded In vain, she offered classic … Continue reading
Fixed Form Poem
The Way Four lay upon a verdant paddock fair One skinned, two fold, quills green through tousled hair Ensoaked by sun, the earth begrooved and bare A call was heard, though none could say from where A way we were … Continue reading
Persona Poem
A Strange and Terrifying Poem I first stumbled upon this text three weeks ago, when I noticed a group of unusual men passing out flyers. I took one, glanced at the paper, and saw that it was covered in a … Continue reading
Portrait Via Possession Poem
Barrette It sits on a shelf just above my head Beside an old wooden knight with a broken spear Its face a study in simple beauty Long, black swirls swaddle inexpensive jewels That sparkle just the same When the light … Continue reading
