DRAFT * Background on this story: A few weeks ago, I felt like I had fallen into a rut with my fiction writing. (OK, a lot of that had to do with working on a book, which means always dealing with the same characters, duh.) But I've been writing
This poem came out of a very dark place. My early life was...wicked. A little child in a wicked, emotion-laden, disruptive household. Much, much later, I can look back at everyone reaching desperately for a little bit of stability, a tiny slice of direction. But the experience of
I write a lot of angry, sad, miserable poetry. Not because that's what I decided to write, but I am easily stirred to passionate attack. So, naturally, to get my attention, my wife Donna responded strongly to something I said. Innocent in my own mind, but also mindful
Should I warn you that my poetry is often very dark? I've always written poems that I sometimes wish would crawl away so I don't have to bear the thoughts they carry. But these are perilous times, and perilous words seem to fit. Lately, I have
[DRAFT] * Background on this story: This story started as a very thin idea: a character who hears things. I let it sit for a while–what does he hear? Why? It came together very suddenly with the idea that he winds up sharing his experience with someone. It started with
I'd like to think that poetry doesn't need an introduction, that it can stand on its own. But poetry is often obscure; it starts live and now and immediate. In media res, the fancy pants say. As if Latin were required. Nothing is required. But everything
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I realized that 'edge' is a concept with more than one set of legs.
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I have been working on the first material for this site, and now I have posted some. I will continue to post stories and poetry as I complete them. Stay tuned! Well, what do you know: the first poem, and the first short story are up and ready to read.