Alone I sit in a room barren of sentiment. There’s no love left in this house that was once a home. It’s every corner whispers of memories far lovelier than the present. What we had, what brought us all together, has been picked apart, one cosmically microscopic piece at a…


It’s You

Like all young boys and girls, Jack Kramer imagined he was destined to do important things. A small town in Iowa bred big imaginations. This thought, above all others, perverted a sense of purpose to a point where Jack was liable to act brashly. Now, in his young…


Alone I stand in a crowd of thousands. I watch the faces of the blurry and realize they don’t see me. If they did see me, they would hate me. I don’t belong here. I am not one of them. The differences are beyond peaceful resolution. Still, the feeling of…


I can’t imagine I can answer this comprehensively. Instead, come with me on a stream of consciousness while I examine the question.

Sustainment is purely a matter of perspective through time. Since our universe is in a dynamic state, both reactionary and thermal, it can be said that nothing sustains…


EMBRACE THE SUCK

How I Use My Spartan Room to Endure Chronic Pain

I became a carpenter when I was about eight years old. Not literally; but I needed a place to go when sometimes he’d drink too much and take his anger out on me. I needed a room…


Kill the Sound

Carousels, spinning with chaotic intent — holding life to its center

Free thought creates hostile interactions — allowing madness to enter

Look up, God is in the stars — consuming and creating gravity

Like flies on wax paper, we can only watch the boundless depths of depravity


The Death of a Titan

His back hurt. It hurt a lot these days. Atlas had been pulling a lot of double shifts as of late. His supervisor at the hospital was grateful, and offered Atlas as many shifts as he wanted. He had a way of making the patients…


I do not fear the dark. I have been conditioned to withstand the abuse from the faceless monsters that lurk in the dark. I can outlast them, I’ll be the last one walking on a perilous path made from sabotage and chaos. Long after the bittersweet memory of excruciating agony…


First Published in Route 7 Review

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He sat upright in his bed, holding her hand, and felt the hot sting of yet another piece of his soul breaking off and disintegrating into the atmosphere. When did she get so old? Her hand, once tiny, pink…

Tony Craidon

After serving eleven years in the Army, I set my sights on a Master’s in Social Work. Writing is my first passion. I do what I do for my prodigenies.

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