Saint No-One : Writing

Haunted

Haunted

A Poem by Saint No-One


I wake up in cold sweatsTo an empty bed,Shivering, drenchedIn sweat,Most of all, alone.We both knewNo matter how muchWe lied to ourselves,That a stuff..
She Changed Me

She Changed Me

A Poem by Saint No-One


There was a timeWhen I couldn't imagineGetting up without myMorning cup of coffee.She changed that.Her six AM hairHits me like red-eye,In an airport t..
Slipping...

Slipping...

A Story by Saint No-One


It's happening more and more often. I'm connecting with the god damn character too much, either that or I'm losing it. Whatever feeble grip on reality..
Brand New Pillows

Brand New Pillows

A Poem by Saint No-One


An older poem, written when my brother left for college.
The Sun Must Always Rise

The Sun Must Always Rise

A Poem by Saint No-One


This poem has been a long time in the making, and I am very proud to return from the writing sabbatical I've been on by posting this piece, enjoy, rev..
Dear Dad

Dear Dad

A Poem by Saint No-One


For Craig Edward Greathouse
Foreword

Foreword

A Chapter by Saint No-One


My attempt to begin a novel I've decided to begin work on, please tell me what you think.
Born to Run

Born to Run

A Chapter by Saint No-One


Chapter 1
Frisco

Frisco

A Chapter by Saint No-One


Let me say this. In my humble opinion, Hollywood has done a terrible job of accurately portraying the difficulty involved in the act of train hopping..
Skid Row

Skid Row

A Chapter by Saint No-One


Monolithic buildings rose far above and before me, tall in the way you imagine mountains. Their magnificent height put the squat, ergonomic shacks..