When it Rains

September 14th, 2019 by Patrick Starks PART II A warm golden light had beamed through the hole of a worn-out window curtain, along with a cold draft. It was morning. And the smell of rotten eggs was in the air. There was someone or something snoring behind me, but I couldn’t really make anything outContinue reading “When it Rains”

When It Rains

September 7th. 2019 by Patrick Starks When I was just twelve years old life was pretty neutral, somewhat chaotic, but neutral. I really didn’t know what I wanted to be or if I even cared really, but then there was that night a strange man approached me on my way back home. It was coldContinue reading “When It Rains”


July 6th, 2019 by P. Starks Dad had always been so infatuated with suits. For as long as I could remember, he’d worn one every day but there I stood in a cold closet still trying to see the significance to them that he saw. He never explained it, however, in the palm of myContinue reading “TUXEDo: Part II”