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Well, what do you know: the first poem, and the first short story are up and ready to read. Thanks for your patience.
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[Updated July 18, 2026]
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