Carlos Lorenzo Estrada : Writing

Tabby the Witch in the Wish, the devil, and Meryl Streep

Tabby the Witch in the Wish, the devil, and Meryl ..

A Story by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Back by unpopular demand and because no one really asked for it is another misadventure of Tabby the teenage witch. Guest appearance by the devil Ibae..
The Devil Ibaelgore in Tantric Verse 5

The Devil Ibaelgore in Tantric Verse 5

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


You ever get that feeling of someone whispering in your ear late in the dead of night as you sleep? I met that voice so be very wary.
Eyes of a Porcelain Doll

Eyes of a Porcelain Doll

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Society judges what's on the outside and has a precieved notion of what beauty is. In an attempt to conform to its expectations what do we lose of our..
View through a broken Mirror

View through a broken Mirror

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


A mirror sees more to us then the image it reflects.
Be...

Be...

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Art is at its most powerful when it asks us to think not just of ourselves individually, but as a species our place in the world and the society we a..
Tabby and the Witches of Dark Valley Central High School

Tabby and the Witches of Dark Valley Central High ..

A Story by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Asked my muse for something scary and she said if I had ever raised a teenage girl. When I replied no she said I didn't know what scary was. Enjoy thi..
And now a word from our Sponsers

And now a word from our Sponsers

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Even football Sunday feels like one long commercial. Have we no shame? If we did we would bottle it up and sell it too.
Lost in the Fire

Lost in the Fire

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Hate is a powerful emotion and one that can be very infectious. Any sense of decency or common sense can fall to its pernicious nature.
Grace

Grace

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Such a small word with powerful meaning and aspirations toward it. What better defines Love than her sister Grace.
A Portrait of Melancholia

A Portrait of Melancholia

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


We may not truly know the hearts we are born of though inherantly we carry who they were inside us. Both the good and ill traits.