Hands Over Hearts, We’re Falling Apart

Is surrender in the cards tonight, as present company gaslights the excluded? Could the hands that've feuded with God and country be so mutinous, they're held over hubris' heart, singing impending ruin's anthems? Is there a cause to abandon, or some subtle advantage to being first to the bottom? I was born in autumn but … Continue reading Hands Over Hearts, We’re Falling Apart


Take Your Knee

Summer rays fade and winter may raid warmth's accomplishments under cover of darkness, draconion but not dishonest it sees Hell a frozen tundra. I can tell you the gravel road there was paved with good intentions, but it's a succubus, fatal temptress. Though you might label me madman, the pentagram maps are beyond saving now, … Continue reading Take Your Knee

Novel Announcement

Today, I'm really excited, because I get to talk a bit more about the novel I've been working on it, which I will be releasing next year. To give some perspective, my last novel was written in 2011. It was my second full novel, neither of which would be published and are likely buried forever. … Continue reading Novel Announcement

The Dirt Below

Olfactory honesty has never quite bothered me so. Smokestack sarcophogaus that criss-crosses the lines between breaths and asphyxiation; fresh rain falling like lead pocket change, shading grass blades a deranged jaune, the dirt below life in landslide mode, but has never given uncertainty to unknowns like lately, captains abstaining from piloting sinking boats. But it's … Continue reading The Dirt Below

The Infrastructure of Anger

I helped anger build a wall, a nation's length and five kilometres tall. Lugging bricks in a wheelbarrow to where lines in compassion were drawn, and a border of brawn would loom. I conscripted those intended to be outlawed at a later date, arbitrarily assigned binary identity, one and zeros of the human interface. I … Continue reading The Infrastructure of Anger

World War Whatever

World war whatever;  when you have lost your center of gravity in a coordinated catastrophe, the only thing you master is fastening a seatbelt before cars crash into walls. Blessed are we you should wage our wretched prospects to join you and welcome poignant news some won't return home at all. World war love letters,  … Continue reading World War Whatever

Soapbox Serenade

I used to love your stories until I saw how horribly they end; and if winners are writing history, claiming affinity for narrative, there remain inconsistencies to address. Is the Dream still a thing, or are we content to consume it all now? Is fame like cheap whisky or is everyone simply trying to water … Continue reading Soapbox Serenade