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!
I'm in a spot of trouble at the moment. You see, I am almost entirely certain that my ability to write creatively, and to write well, derives its power from the inverse of the amount of sunlight I am receiving. That is, the less summer sun and summer heat the better. Aware that I haven't… Continue reading Weathering Writer’s Block and the Weather
Moving back in with my mother, and bringing my pet cat along with me, I had stars in my eyes and hopes that the cats would get along. Most have told me that older cats don't really put too much energy into territoriality the way the younger ones do, and so I was hoping I… Continue reading On The Nature of Pipe Dreams
I fixed ten thousand rockets to a vessel like a mountain containing only myself three birthday cakes and a chamber like a womb, waterlogged and silent. Affixed to the edge was one spherical cage not more than twice my space; I am an ovum wading through deep space, in a cocoon-shaped monstrosity, and fearing the… Continue reading The Rocket Ship
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”
Yesterday morning I was awakened by yelling and brazen threats coming from the mouth of my elderly neighbor. We'll call him George. George has a habit of picking fights with homeless men and women who - every so often - will come around to sift through the dumpsters for cans and food. Now before we… Continue reading De-Escalating an Early Morning Fight
I'll admit it. I woke up this morning and when I sat down to write a post for AKA.CLouise, I had nothing. In fact, less than no idea on what to write, I just didn't want to write. I felt empty somehow, like I was missing something, and like I was meant to be somewhere… Continue reading Social Isolation and the Mystery of Daily Programming