I had friends once. No one knows their names anymore, though, not even their parents. They’ve all been forgotten. Forgotten to any god or devil or man. Forgotten even by time and space itself. Remember their names. … More The Void Dweller
Mt. Spire shone brilliant and white above the bristly pines. In the noontime sun, one could see the snow weep and the summer trails reveal themselves. It was a wonderful sight for any climber. However, Anna would consider it even more wonderful if she did not have to hike ten miles to actually get there. … More In the Shadow of Mt. Spire
A starless night stealsAcross the sea,Where I stray, half-sunkIn the boundless, black brine.Arms weary, I thrashAmid the violent waves,Whose frothy peaksPush me far from shore. But in the eastern skyDawns a hopeful glimmer:A radiant girl wreathed in lightWith smile beaming,Shadow fleeing. Like holy fireShe burns awayThe night. And as the churning seaLies still with a … More The Eastern Light
Every road has an end,
Or so they say. … More Every Road
With A Man in Revolt completed, I am free to work on another fantasy novel. This time you can expect even more magic and fantastical intrigue. … More New Fantasy Book Announcement
Dead wood burns overThe fields of the fallen. Axes rentAnd armor split, an army of corpsesRests atop bloodied grounds. Smoke risesAs dusk falls On a red sun, whose rays will neverLight their smiles again. Smoke rises To the mountains and sweepsInto the sea, whose waves will neverKiss their feet again. The rains lamentThe passing of … More The Fire Rages
I’ve completed another novel. A Man in Revolt tells the story of a weak and cowardly man who joins a rebellion to protect his family and his people from racial discrimination and abuse. However, the more involved in the rebellion he becomes, the more it corrupts him. One poor choice after another, the protagonist becomes … More A Man in Revolt
This July, my mother turned seventy. She and I don’t get along too well, and that’s putting it lightly. In fact, we hadn’t spoken for two years. Regardless, seventy is a big number, so even if she was a cruel, manipulative bitch, I decided I owed her a visit. So, I stopped by her house … More My Mother’s Company
The sparrows flitAmidst autumn grovesOf ash and of oak.Their songs slipLike a gossamer breezeThrough the branches,Whose outstretched armsEmbrace the tuneWith rosy fingers splayed. Beneath the boughs,On a bed of moss,I drift into reverie.The shade is thick,The leaves fall,And the sparrows sing on. I listen with one ear perkedAnd another nestled in dirt.Sleep will take me.Winter … More The Sparrows’ Song
Cinders swim In the summer breezeLike gold coinsThrough my fingers. SmokeBeckons with silver plumes.I follow. Its scent is strongWith oak and cherry,And kisses my lipsHello, goodbye.I follow. All aroundThe wreckage playsA symphonyOf crackles and snaps.And the timber singsA friend’s sweet elegy.I follow. The world glowsWithin the hot embraceOf orange and scarlet.I surrender. Flames enclose me.All … More All is Ash
He Who Wanders 