Inkwell Spotlight: Bluebird

‘Neath a mound of rock the bluebird sings   No ‘mount of pain nor fear can quell   the hymn that rings from the bluebird’s...

A Semester’s End

Stress, oh how you know me best, Yet you never let me rest.   We’ve been tight nearly every school night, I’m starting to think maybe you’re right.   Maybe I need to stress...

Robbery Opening

Black Rock, CT Vapor is coming out of his nose, but he’s not smoking, it’s just cold. 7:14 AM, waiting for his colleague to pick him up outside of his house. A grey Cadillac Sedan is coming down the...

Songs of My Soul

My favorite song Is the one That mirrors The movements of my heart At any time of day.   It’s The one That Pumps me up Before a big race, Presentation, Leaps toward...

Halloween

Tis the season for bats, ugly faced rats, and scary black cats. Tis the season for Jack-O-Lanterns, lighting up in the dark, as trick or treaters disembark. Tis the season for a witch's...

Peace in Reality

The wood scrapes my skin And I know who I am.   The cold burns my lungs And I know where I am.   When   Thoughts are like poison And The avalanche...

The Longing

I often find myself dwelling on home: my small piece of solace in the North Atlantic. Whilst an ocean away, it feels as though it’s worlds apart from this reality to which I am condemned and exiled not by...

Burnt Food

There was a faint smell of burning coming from the oven, so I knew the mozzarella sticks were done at least. I rush over, put an oven mitt on, take the mozz sticks out and set them on the stove. They were...