I’ve had a rather vivid and strange imagination since I was a young child. So much so that I’m quite perplexed as to how didn’t encounter more intervention in my formative years.

I absorb the world like a sponge in deeply empathetic ways. I feel everything around me and I feel it amplified. Love, hate, joy, fear, the entire spectrum enters me and the only thing I can do to cope is regurgitate it as fiction.

Sadly all this influx of emotion and information makes it hard to work on any one single thing for any extended period of time so long form works become challenging as my attention gets perpetually tossed around with the tides of my surroundings. short stories and poems however, those seem to drip out of me like slobber from the chops of a hungry dog. They always have, and I’d like to share some of them with you here.