The grease thickened cooling even as it found purchase between myself and my heated gaze. My reflection seemed as angry as I, but at what, she could not say. My scalp is pouring into the sweet decay of early morning. "Stay," it gurgles, and my thighs stick together to prevent me from leaving I can… Continue reading Recycled Waste
The moon pulls me into a watery swell dipping her pointed crescent and twisting it for good measure. Where there once was question and answer, good and evil, now rests the weight of my heart. Ma'at holds Her scales steady as she dredges out the truth, unbothered neither by the endless flow of salt water… Continue reading Fishing for Nothing in Particular
I am excited to announce that my third poetry book, Eve's Garden, is now available for purchase! Head over to my Publications page, or straight to Amazon, for more information or to purchase! If you like what you're reading (or if you don't) be sure to leave a review , and take a look at… Continue reading ‘Eve’s Garden’ Is Now Available!
In order to get into the writing groove and start practicing for writing fiction, I have decided to spend some time every day writing 500 words on a small prompt. I will try to make it as close to 500 words for every prompt, poem or otherwise. Might be fiction, might be narrative nonfiction. An… Continue reading Prompt #1: Outside the Window
A few posts back I told you guys about my experiment to fix my physical vision through a combination of meditation and study of the anatomy of the eye. This little experiment of mine started well before I picked up the book Sight and Sensibility: the ecopsychology of perception, but once I did, the validation I… Continue reading Book Review: “Sight and Sensibility”
A short while back I was searching for a good book on the art and technique of writing, not simply to write a novel or a short story, but on the art of writing itself. Lo and behold, I found a book with a title very similar to my initial query. The Craft of Writing,… Continue reading Book Review: “The Craft of Writing”
Driving through Topanga Canyon, and then onto Mulholland Drive, I could see why the area had become infamous for the subtly terrifying and the unreal. The place was gorgeous. If I could see a sunset everyday, as dazzling and disorienting as the one I had seen while driving along the switchbacks heading down into the… Continue reading Free-Write: Interview in the Valley
In my dream, I am taken down into the cool summer blue of the underworld. Here, the water acts of its own accord, twisting up in beautiful crystalline spirals (or down, or meeting together in the center, in a balanced whorl of brilliant geometry). I have been led down here - at first against my… Continue reading Dreamscapes: An Otherworldly Descent
I chose a panic so deep it gained its own sentience and humbled me, personally, over the pain - imagined or real - of another. I am beginning to understand something about the mind. It is like a genie trapped in a bottle, a captive audience, Narcissus locked in the echo chamber: the mind is… Continue reading Mental Illness and Insanity are not Mutually Inclusive
"...When the entire building is rotten from foundation to ceiling, even the floorboards must be shorn away..."