The other day I was driving north on Cox Road.  If you aren’t familiar with the area, it’s a sort of mashup of industry, farms, and blue-collar housing.  About a quarter-mile from SR520, rolling as fast as his arms could propel him was a one-legged man in a wheelchair.  Dressed…

Man is compelled by two primary and undeniable motivations: sex and violence. These are the genesis of all behaviors. ©Copyright 2018 by Kevin Fraleigh

Ray Travis wanted to be a writer, It was his sole ambition, But as things do so often, Life got in the way. Ray Travis was a good writer, Everyone said so, Although few actually read his words, Life got in the way. Ray Travis wore a uniform, Fell in…

You can’t write a novel by standing in the shallows, nor can you wade out cautiously into some placid tidal pool. Creation is a violent process. Only by letting yourself get caught in the rip current, and carried into the depths, can you fully release the character within. ©Copyright 2018…

Car salesmen, as a class, have a reputation that is not entirely favorable.  Considering their history, I can’t say that it is entirely unearned.  On the other hand, it is also not entirely their fault.  Now, I know what you’re going to say, it seems like everyone today is a…

The problem with owning a pet is this: They are expensive to maintain, They are messy, They are inconvenient, And worst of all, When they die, A part of your heart goes with them to the grave. ©Copyright 2018 by Kevin Fraleigh

When a parent dies, It is not so much for him, Or her, That you cry, But for yourself, Because in their end, You see, Your destiny. ©Copyright 2018 by Kevin Fraleigh

I post, no one comments. I tweet, no one replies. I publish, no one reads. I cry, no one wipes my tears. I die, no one mourns my passing. ©Copyright 2018 by Kevin Fraleigh

I touch her and she walks away, I lay beside her and she leaves my bed, I’m beginning to think there’s something wrong, Something wrong inside my head. I want those things I cannot have, I want those things only we can share, I’m beginning to think there’s something wrong,…

I am a sad song. I am darkness. I am age. I stand at the cusp of the void, waiting. No expectations. No regrets. Only transition. I am a sad song. I have no release. The words, the lyrics, bind me and hold me. I cannot be free of them….