Here's some random nonsense.

You were soothing balm on a war-torn body, And a whisper inside a scream. Then the wiz of missiles split the air, Ripped reality right at the seams.

The New Writer’s Block Craig Ryan There’s another kind of movement that I’ve been thinking of writing about (not just for this project, but in general) because it’s very much what I’m reacting against,

Home Craig Ryan The stars are shining through my window— five o’clock in the morning when the sky’s purple luminescence stains the blinds and makes you dream of beautiful houses along the ocean’s arms

I'm Craig. I like to write. I'll be posting stories here, along with poetry and whatever else I can think of that might earn me a dollar! Support a struggling artist! Give me money! A sample of my work