the short short story

Words have a certain beauty about them. It doesn't take a three-hundred page novel or sixty stanza poem to convey that beauty. Using no more than a paragraph, one can conjure the same power as a book, and require the reader to use just as much, if not more, imagination.

This is not a new literary genre but it is relatively unknown. Most of these are original short short stories. Those that are not are credited otherwise. When I think of new ones I write them.

I've included a lot of poetry and songwriting as well, especially recently. I hope you enjoy it all.

visage (her face) |i| [a song]

i got a voice inside of me
if it had a body it'd be on its knees
beggin' me to move my feet
but that ain't easy
it understands
it knows i'm lost in this new land

i only ever pray for love
otherwise my faith is dead
i only ever pray to get
a second chance to be near her
but i'm just too afraid to move
when it's knockin' on my door
my atoms, they freeze in space
when they come across her face


i got a voice that talks to me
if it had a body it'd be on its knees
beggin' me to move my mouth
but that ain't easy
it understands
it feels the shakin' in my hands

i only ever pray for love
otherwise my faith is dead
i only ever pray to get
a second chance to talk to her
but all my words catch on my tongue
and all the air stays in my lungs
my atoms, they freeze in space
when they come across her face


i got a voice that speaks to me
if it had a body it'd be on its knees
beggin' me to look her way
but that ain't easy
it understands
it knows my nerves are made of sand

i only ever pray for love
otherwise my faith is dead
i only ever pray to get
a second chance to see her face
i swear to god i almost die
every time i catch her eye
my atoms they freeze in space
when they come across her face
i swear to god i know i die
every time i catch her eye
but it's such a good death
i forget i'm real, i'm nothin'ness
my atoms, they freeze in space
every time they see her face

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