BenjaminW : Writing

Chapter 13 - Bourbon Street Treasure

Chapter 13 - Bourbon Street Treasure

A Chapter by BenjaminW


In celebration of my 19th birthday, Jose, an old friend and co-worker of mine at St Vincent’s, proposed we go to New Orleans where the dri..
Chapter 14 - The Jello Incident

Chapter 14 - The Jello Incident

A Chapter by BenjaminW


Not long after our adventures on Bourbon Street, me and Jose were back to work at St Vincents.Jose - "Are you picking up the cart in Peds?"Ben - "..
Chapter 15 - Have a Heart

Chapter 15 - Have a Heart

A Chapter by BenjaminW


I was working for The Universal Ballroom in my early 20's and had just been promoted from part time trainee to full time dance instructor. I was v..
Chapter 16 - The Magic Purple Speedo

Chapter 16 - The Magic Purple Speedo

A Chapter by BenjaminW


In January of 2002, I weighed roughly 240 lbs. I was grossly out of shape and spent the year running on treadmills trying to get the weight off. B..
Chapter 17 - Last Call at The Sorry Gulch Saloon

Chapter 17 - Last Call at The Sorry Gulch Saloon

A Chapter by BenjaminW


It was our last night at Fort Huachuca, AZ. Me, Jerry, Shelly, and Aaron had been through a lot together. Tomorrow, I would be flying back to Jack..
The Jello Incident

The Jello Incident

A Screenplay by BenjaminW


and what transpired thereafter.
I'd Like to Die For the Press

I'd Like to Die For the Press

A Poem by BenjaminW


I'd like to die in a shark attacka train wreckor a natural disasterdie with the precision of a race car pile uponly louder and incoherently faster..
Drawing down the light

Drawing down the light

A Poem by BenjaminW


Drawing down the light a voice heard from abovea fragment strewna memory hewnlost love and childlike frightA spiral painted whitetakes the form of..
To kiss the lips

To kiss the lips

A Poem by BenjaminW


To kiss the lips of pleasure's mouth Arouse the nerves on pleasure's neck To taste the curve on pleasure's back With blood on tongue and hands ..
Never growing old

Never growing old

A Poem by BenjaminW


In memory and in fantasyMy dreams call out to her. Her dreams call back to me.Where I only see the things I want to seeAnd say precisely what I th..