Indents on Line 8 & 9 this room is where i always sit this room is where i am alone i like being alone i like being able to put these things in a file no one has to pick up a file from work no one has to drop a file off at a... Continue Reading →
Poetry for Week 1 February ’23
White Jesus there’s nothing wood about the cross from which jesus hung yet it burned in the fire of the cigarette he lit for his woman when she asked for one we were drinking liquor straight from the heart of a rapist from the bleeding forehead of a bumbling shithead trapped in a trunk in... Continue Reading →
Poems for January ’23
Lies of the Old Television Set do not shoot for the stars throw bottles at them keep them out of your yard the stars want you to play their game their way and have none of your interests in mind people are whispering we are made of star dust they are us the only thing... Continue Reading →
PB and Done!
I just typed the last word of the first draft of my latest novel in progress, Pittsburgh Blue. She'd done. If you're interested in a raw sneak peak, check out my last post. What this means is two thirds of the first drafts I'm working on are done. One more to go, and it has... Continue Reading →
Here are few poems from my upcoming collection Dark Side of My Ribs. Lies of the Old Television Set do not shoot for the stars throw bottles at them keep them out of your yard the stars want you to play their game their way and have none of your interests in mind people are... Continue Reading →
Subscriptions and Donations
I've recently realized that I'm probably failing to maximize reader access to my books and poetry. To remedy this, I'm adding subscription service tiers that will give some of you exactly what you want. You can now sign up for Poetry, Fiction, or a combination feed. I'll be working over the next few months on... Continue Reading →
2020 – Looking Back
When I was a teenager, my parents moved our family to a small town on the coast of Georgia. Aside from the shock of being relocated from Hawaii to the mainland in the middle of winter, we also experience the joy of moving to a town with a paper factory. If you've ever been anywhere... Continue Reading →
As of two days ago, I'm gathering the poetry that would be the first third of my next collection and I'm preparing bits of it to be sent off to contests and magazines. That seems to be the next logical step in my writing career, since I've already published a few collections. Really, I'm partially... Continue Reading →
The Swing of Things.
Having the opportunity to support my wife throughout pregnancy and in child birth has been something I've really enjoyed taking time off for. While I have been working my day job throughout most of this time, the brief sabbatical from peripheral tasks has really allowed me to absorb the full spectrum of emotions we've been... Continue Reading →
Today, as a writer views it.
The new plant in my office brought a few bugs in with it. I've been sitting here smashing the little dudes for three days. It's always dark in here, so I'm hoping the strip of LEDs is enough for the plant, but not enough for the bugs. Either that or I'll smash them all at... Continue Reading →