A Foolish endeavor To wake up so Ready And Able to Fail Over and over Then Dream Success Coming to save the Day

When those pops go off, my cat rushes away Towards the only corner of safety, I think I know In that instant of explosion, of beer-fueled...

Muffled heat wraps itself around me with aggressive legs. Humidity, so eager, so ready, roughly sends its love down my throat....

Instances so precious, fade into fluorescent lights never meant to be replaced. Seconds crumble through cracked, parking garage, granite,...

Both eyes burn to the blurring point. Wet, stinging tears stream down beet blood cheeks. All the while, each breath grows shallow....

Focusing it all to the single minded pursuit of happiness. Synapses fire futility and brain chemicals fizzle like flat soda. Reddened and...

I made a vow to do no harm to help those unable to fend or protect themselves. I promised myself to be kind to be strong for those others...

It all begins with the ticking of some invisible time bomb. It can be fixed. The clock ticks down while your focus shifts to every other...

You wake up, In that same fetid space, In dirty sheets you keep promising yourself, That you'd change, after you cleaned up, And before...

Where has the time gone? Really, where has it all gone? The clock's done ticking and I've looked. Nothings left and everything's gone....

Well, after around two weeks or so it would seem that I’ve already broken my promise to keep a steady string of blog posts coming. Or...

Well, after another four years here we are again. The beginning of a new Terrence Greymourne story! I kid...I kid...(It is in the works...

Like all things immemorial and primordial, the minutes hatch and molt into hours, then gestate into days before scurrying off to emerge...

The bells signal the eleventh hour. Each cacophonous explosion chimes high above the radio. I do my best to keep the volume loud to take...

ETCHED IN RED BY Kenneth Curtis Brown Blood trickles along my chest as sanguine streaks caress along my torso. Droplets cascade in...

CAST OFF THE COASTS OF BAGUIO BY KENNETH CURTIS BROWN Swinging, smashing, wildly astray, flung against Pacific waters of ink black. Under...

My first ever blog post! And here what should I write? To be honest, I don’t know what to put on here for those few introductory...

Brent stared at his daughter Tyra for what seemed like years. The five-year-old scribbled on her papers, a wide array of crayons before...

My feet shuffled towards the double doors past the secretary. My hands rummaged through my thinning hair doing my best to get...

Lucy was tossed around like meat for two hungry dogs. She didn’t give a damn about the sweaty hands roaming under the fabric of her top...