FROM BEHIND THE CLOSET

Recently, I have been engulfed by this overwhelming urge to write something. Something brazenly daring and yet necessary. The urge has steadily grown and fanned into an almost all-consuming inner fire threatening to scorch me, if I fail to put…

BLOOD ON THE STREETS

I lay there in a puddle of my own blood. All around me I can hear the confusion, the stamping of feet as people ran. Some towards me, some away. Far away from the bloodshed and death. I hear the…

GIGOLO

I met number one When I was young and yet still a young boy It was more of crush than being with the ONE But then, just like a bubble so fragile she did burst my purple joy Number two…