D Jay Collins
Bio
I starting writing poems, essays, and about things that happened in my daily life as a young adult.
In the last decade, I realized I miss that feeling of inspiration, of putting words on the page and sharing them with a receptive audience.
Stories (5/0)
The Baker's Dozen
Among the mosaic of faded faces of small children with phone numbers on tiny strips of paper like jagged teeth was a flyer for “Revival Sundays!” It was an odd sentiment, here, in this place where hope had come to die. This waystation for the pleas and cries of parents on their knees in anguish. This place where they affixed copies of freshly created memes with captions that held no humor whatsoever. Jokes like “Have you seen me?”, “Missing since Monday” or “Please call with any information!”
By D Jay Collins2 years ago in Fiction
The Rough Dry Ground
I don’t have a drinking problem. I drink just fine, thank you. My problem is that I think that drinking is the cause and solution to most of my problems, only not at the same time. Whenever things go wrong, I find a nice neat glass of whiskey makes it more palatable. Unfortunately, when I look in the mirror, at my bank account or lack of progress in my life, I tend to think that maybe if I drank less those things would get better. Realistically, I’ve found that it just doesn’t work that way because psychologically there’s got to be more to the problem. I mean, if I looked at it logically.
By D Jay Collins3 years ago in Confessions
A Winning Legacy
They all came in uniform…of sorts. Each person wearing the outfit that most reflected the role in life that they now play because, at one time, they played for her. There were mostly basketball uniforms, both college and pro, a couple of military uniforms, the power suit of a corporate leader, and the robes of a judge. This last one spoke on behalf of the crowd as the casket was being carried by a few of the others. A few because the casket was not the normal size and length due to the petite size of the guest of honor. Only four people were needed to carry her from the hearse. But, looking upon the casket being placed, the judge couldn’t help but make a comment that erupted laughter throughout the crowd.
By D Jay Collins3 years ago in Unbalanced
