Devil’s Cut

My palms are sweaty, my hand trembles as I lift the HK Compact 40 to my temple. The heaviness of the gun in my hand only adds to the guilt already suffocating me, consuming my mind, driving me deeper into my despair. Hot, bitter tears cascade down swollen cheeks while dark memories resurrect, overtaking my …

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The heart wants, what the heart wants

It's funny how something catches your attention. You can be going along, minding your own business, and just a glimpse of someone can command your eyes to follow or a sound snatches your awareness and pulls you in. Before you know it, you've become ensnared. Like a sailor to a siren call at sea, you're …

Bonsai

I am of Japanese descent. No one sees it. With my brother, it is obvious. He has the eyes, the hair, the intelligence. I have intelligence, too. We're like the movie Twins...with Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny DeVito... guess who I got? Anyway, one aspect of the Japanese heritage that is dear to my heart is …

Vinyl

There's just something about it. I don't remember it sounding so clear before. I remember my first album. It suits me well, especially now. It was the Rocky III soundtrack...you know the one. Survivor's Eye of the Tiger. My grandmother had gotten me that album. I must have been seven, eight years old. Looking back …