zaney : Writing

ii. there is a space that only you can fill

ii. there is a space that only you can fill

A Story by zaney


*** I ask if you want to get a coffee. You ask what time, and where. Your neighborhood, naturally, and sometime later. I don't know. By now I'..
Springtime Blues

Springtime Blues

A Story by zaney


a brief sketch of one of the more charming beings i've encountered.
YOUTH KILLED BY MACK TRUCK AFTER MIDNIGHT.

YOUTH KILLED BY MACK TRUCK AFTER MIDNIGHT.

A Story by zaney


Sleep doesn’t come easily to Franklin anymore. Now he’s got worries restricted to the realm of adulthood: bills, books, work, making f..
Of Monsters

Of Monsters

A Poem by zaney


i bite my lip to red and remember fear i felt so long ago it doesn’t matter i was a kid and i faced a monster a stranger eleven feet tall,..
A Small, Fractured History: Parts One and Two

A Small, Fractured History: Parts One and Two

A Poem by zaney


rife with inaccuracy and doubt.
And again.

And again.

A Poem by zaney


please, not another love poem. i’ve had enough of that. i’ve had enough of your eternal declarations repetitions assumptions fortun..
Good News and Bad News.

Good News and Bad News.

A Story by zaney


four hours in november.
No words.

No words.

A Story by zaney


Any compatibility between the two was imagined. His sensibility reflected the tastes of the time, the style, the mode – he only showed a shadow ..
Allowing the blood to rise to the surface of the skin.

Allowing the blood to rise to the surface of the s..

A Poem by zaney


wherein we fight the urge to take flight.

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