The Woman in the Red Dress Six months had passed since ex-cop John Michaels had been forced to retire early from the Memphis Police Department—but the wound was still fresh. It was a Friday night at Blake’s Bar and Grill, a popular restaurant in the heart of the city, and just down the street from… Continue reading “The Woman in the Red Dress” – Short Story
Ephemeral (adj.) Lasting for a very short time. Existing only briefly. I hope you all are ready because this brief post is about to get far deeper than it needs to be. Ready? Cool. So, I don't know what my problem is, but I've always been obsessed with time. Time, time, time, tick, tick,… Continue reading Word of the Week: Ephemeral
She cut me cut me like diamonds She strung me strung me through a gold chain And around her neck she wore me night and day All night and day Night to day My heart shattered and sent thunder through the night Every tear that I cried rained into the sky Every drop of my… Continue reading Red was the Night #Poetry
Meraki (v.) To do something with soul, creativity, or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work. After a brief moment of consideration, I decided it was time to bring something new to the blog. MrHushHush Entries has been a tad dry here recently, I'll admit, and I apologize. So, without… Continue reading Word of the Week Wednesday: Meraki (v.)
Days they change to months that'll never stay Like dandelions in the wind the past just blows away Scattered All the colors of yesterday today have faded to grey I remember that place called home on the front porch I used to play There used to be such a magic to my life Like holidays… Continue reading Poem: I used to be a little boy.
Beneath a canopy of overhanging trees leaves fall like rain They get caught in the subtle breeze and they swirl and they sway As they fall to their death I hear the wind before it hits A gentle roar through every branch that makes the leaves clatter and dance Then that wind washes over my… Continue reading Poem: It’s Fall
So sweet she was sweet we were before and after her sweet sweet murder To me she seemed to be a rare breed a gift I couldn’t keep A tune I couldn’t sing A mystery meant to remain in pieces She was a dream then the harsh smack of reality But she always Always made… Continue reading Poem: I Killed Her
April 25th 1994 Clouds split and Heavens roared The world received a gift as the full moon poured Something beautiful and wicked to be remembered forevermore Upon my birth the dirt of this Earth was forever cursed I came into this place about a week late Wherever I was they told me that I'd overstayed… Continue reading Poem: Born Dead
I hide in plain sight Pitch black empty eyes shielded "Bye" a smiling mask My disguise My fake laugh I'm not quite who I am It's where I go to act like I haven't cried and behind my back isn't a knife covered in fresh blood coz I'm a nice guy in your friendly neighborhood… Continue reading Poem: Hiding in Plain Sight
A promise as solid as the winter wind can get swept up just like dust You offered me all of my dreams like projections on a blank screen but when I went to touch the scene you let it fall with effortless ease to the ground to my feet "Cold sheets oh, where's my love?… Continue reading Where’s my Love?