August 30, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Strawberries, cherries, and a dash of sugar were my ingredients, but there was always something missing—something that would give it a kick. I’d try lemon, but it made it slightly sour, I’d try lime, but it only made it bitter—my tongue never appreciated such taste, but I was chef, and for that, it was my tongues fate—fate to be my sacrificial lamb of experiments, of my special ingredients. Continue reading “Georgette”
August 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks
When most people think of living in a space, a space where they can have privacy—they think of a private study or some sort of private resort, a vacation. But not me, whenever I thought of such things, I’d think of the genie and his bottle in that movie “Aladdin” or the show from the sixties— “I dream of Jeannie,” that was always moms favorite show. Continue reading “My head is a Genie bottle”
June 4, 2017 by Patrick Starks
“Where here. Welcome to Ras El Tin palace.” The woman said.
“Ras El Tin? You mean like the one in Egypt. “The man replied.
“Yes, like the one in Egypt. We are in Egypt matter a fact. How did you know? Have you been here before? Let me guess in your dreams.”
“Funny… but no. I have never been here before, but I have seen it on the discovery channel before.”
The woman pondered, as she stood dazed and confused. “What is a discovery channel? Is that some sort of path or trail?” Continue reading “Zero Haze: Daughter of Mother Nature”
May 28, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Who was she? That dream… it felt way to real. It was weird… I felt like I knew her, like I’ve seen her before, but this was different—I’ve never met such a woman in person or at least that’s what I thought. How can I dream or see someone I’ve never met before? Was is it that I saw her some point in my life or was it that I could see deeply into the future, the present. Continue reading “One Hour Haze”