“Giv’em Hell for me, Brother,” chokes Maverick. His once ivory teeth becomes a crimson red as each inhale and exhale quickens faster than the rage of musket balls flying past our heads. We grip our hands as tight as we can around each other’s forearms as we did on the day we first met duringContinue reading “Maverick”

Winning the War-Poem

It was my 7th year in middle school while I walked along the hall. It was 3:15; the bell had just ring signaling the release of us all. I was probably 12 or maybe 13, wrestling with myself and my low self-esteem. And you were the jock that I liked alot and I often drewContinue reading “Winning the War-Poem”