Short Stories
Mr. Mississippi (2024)
My most recent story, this fictional piece seeks to bridge the gap between the natural and the supernatural. Featured in my newsletter I attempted to capture what it looks like to engage with the paranormal from the lens of an everyday man. The character of which is a mixed private investigator who lives in the wake of the Gilded Age.
Enraptured By The Ghostlight (2023)
Enraptured By The Ghostlight sees a writer who is working late at night in a theatre being beseeched by the otherworldly. A phantom of the past lays siege upon him, using his memories against him as he attempts to take advantage of the young writer.
Tears In A Lonely Multiverse (2023)
A science fiction piece, Tears In a Lonely Multiverse sees a scientist lost in another dimension attempting to get back to his world. The story picks up with the arrival of a deadly force attempting to attack the poor man as he is forced to flee to another dimensional hopefully leaving the strange entity in the dust.
I Just Wanted To Eat My Sandwich (2022)
Different then my other fictional pieces I Just Wanted to Eat My Sandwich is based on a real experience I had with a professor. Dark yet strangely comedic I attempt to show the hilarious absurdity of my professor’s action through the lens of this fictional narrative.
You Will Not Be Placing That Crest on The Casket (2022)
Another strange piece, this short story is one of the first I attempted to write which dealt with supernatural themes. In many ways, it acted as a means for me to explore a different side to my writing in which I could defy my previously used themes.
The Shadow That Crept Over Arkansas (2017)
This Realistic-Fiction story is about James Birmingham, an African American eighteen-year-old giving an account of what it is like to live in Arkansas. This story is about what it is like to live through racism in the 6th most racist state (Arkansas). Because this story is about racism it deals with the KKK and the n-word. This story is in no way light-hearted, and if at any time you become uncomfortable, you may either read on or stop. I will not judge you if you choose to stop. The Gospel Song used in this story is called Oh Freedom, it is on Spotify and Youtube if you would like to listen to the full thing. Please Enjoy
Play
The Kindness Rebirthed
My only play Kindness Rebirthed takes a lot of inspiration from The Shadow That Crept Over Arkansas and attempts to imagine it through the lens of a play.
Poems
Doc Watson
The keen golden beams
must have danced out of
his Sax. A Doctor of soul,
he was New Orleans' son.
His crinkly mustache, the
mark of the fading sunset.
The shooting star sprinted
as breakneck as the A-train.
His poor sax turned to dust
with his glasses shirts and caps,
because Katrina came to town
and she turned off all the records.
I wish I could have met you
I heard that the president did.
I wish you could have taught me
because no Otto Link can save me,
my saxophone can't shine quite yet.
Jazz is still there so
there's no need to fear.
Songs at night are playin
when the moon is whistlin,
the waves are softly groovin,
the Bourbon joints are jumpin,
and nearby ole Doc Watson's layin.
Victoria Theatre
He awakens when the owls do
and he's older than he looks.
He sports a tan jacket and velvet vest
that he pulled from Dorothy's dream.
He never takes, but only gives.
His hands have graced presidents
and even Hyenas with grace
like a gentleman skating on frozen ice.
He's very nice to children,
both the sugarplums and newsies.
He guides them as best as he can
in an industry with only flame in its hand.
At the witching hour when all folks are gone
he has night terrors he'd never talk about.
He's scared of ghosts more than Macbeth,
and he's scarred from the fires
where he almost caught a death.