Published Works

Shoes

Fiction

 

            “Bert,” said Molly from across the open floor, “shoes over here.”

            The thrift shop was really just an old three story home, shabby and dimly lit, converted years prior to sell useless throwaways.

Isaiah

Fiction

 

Quietly, little Isaiah Coffey fidgeted in his family’s pew. 

The pastor solemnly commanded the congregation, “bow your heads.”

Temple of the Unknown God

Poem


Light shining through the stain
glass,
Light passing on printed book cover letters. 

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My name is a Isaac.


I live in Pennsylvania and write poetry and stories.


I graduate from Eastern University with a degree in Literature, Politics, and Philosophy.


I currently work in King of Prussia as a Business Analyst and Technical Writer.

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