Seated in a bottle, Looking out. The world Is the hermit’s zoo. Men Flap jaws cut From granite. Cheeks, Steel razors red Like blood. They raise Their soft gaze, brow taut Skin covered thinner Than a sprawled spider Web. God’s Greatest creation, I Watch, half On them, the other On me, perfect In my mirrored … More The Hermit’s Zoo
I want just to dangle In your web As a single string Of a larger strand Woven into your fiber netting. When you move, Where you move, I tremble on the echo Of your every step. Me, A part of you. A part By chance, you may glance At while I shudder in the wind, Aging … More And That’s Enough
For the past few months I’ve been working on a fantasy novel about Kat, a spirited peasant girl, and her quest to resurrect her younger brother Colton. Although I am nowhere near done, I’m thrilled by this novel. I’ve created a stunning world with its own legends, history, and complex cast of characters. Ah, and there is … More Novel #4 Update
Taken down to the ruins Where silence begets silence. Death eases out of rusty sands. Oblivion cries wordless, Face pink, desperate, mad, Birthed in the cracks Of shattered stones. So here I take my rest, Plopped down amongst tearful Faces forgotten In mother earth’s curdled, Rotten breast. And in me Green tendrils Press behind my … More Quiet Rests in Me
You hear The wind’s whispers. You hear Him spin silence Into heartbroken songs, Turn hesitant night Into soaring sound. His breath You hear Raking through your hair, Sweeping autumn leaves Along the paved, still street. So why don’t you Hear me?
Did you notice the bleeding Star descending? Did you see the body burning Behind itself In a glittering trail Of tumbling Flecks of skin? Or were your eyes On the sun? Yes, its light is brighter, Stable and slow. Safe and warm, It browns your body With a long, caramel kiss. Now look again, For … More The Bleeding Star
Would someone care to edit my query letter for my novella Mind Trip? Please and thank you. MIND TRIP Surrealist artist Eric paints what he thinks, paints what he sees, and sees what he thinks. Ever since he was a child, the world appeared to him through vivid, dream-like hallucinations that inevitably inspired the paintings that … More Mind Trip Query Letter
Perhaps, tucked away In the billowing folds Of black space Between our Earth And another, where beasts Squawk and shake The crystal dew from their feathery manes, You love me. Snake men fly As the sun sinks In the east, And you and I Walk hand in hand. Beneath the moonless night, When crickets purr … More Maybe You Love Me
A million parched Lips cry out in legion. A million murmurings, A million cheers, A million sorrows Lost in the tortured collective. And not one knows the freedom Of pen and paper.
People love to understand stories in their entirety. It’s frustrating when we reach the end of a book and ask ourselves, “What the hell happened?” We don’t get it and it infuriates us. There are too many loose ends, too many questions that need answers. Are the answers even there? Maybe I didn’t read well-enough. … More An Unsolved Mystery
He Who Wanders 