This is a short story. It’s my dedication to the city of Portland, Oregon. Not only that, it’s a reminder that everything (yes, everything) has some degree of awareness. Enjoy. – Stevie P I have seen a lot. Though I haven’t moved – physically moved that is – I have Read more…
I was dead set on scouring the Earth, desperately searching… For what? I wasn’t quite sure. All I knew was that I was alone. I yearned for meaning, for connection, for something to wake me up out of my shallow pursuits. Though at the time, these yearnings felt like vague Read more…
As a tribute to my father’s birthday today, I’d like to share a (very) short story from my book Momentous about a magical moment we shared. Happy Birthday Dad! Nothing is Impossible I looked up at the diving board. It was a proud blue piece of art that stood eight Read more…
Once upon a manifestation of infinite possibility, people always wore shirts. Because people always wore shirts, everyone defined themselves by the color of the shirt they wore. There were people dressed in every color shirt imaginable, spanning the spectrum of the sense of sight. Eventually, those who wore Read more…