The Distractions

IMG_3225The bright shiny things parade through my apartment. They skip around on stiletto heals, head to toe in sequin ball gowns. They twirl in a coordinated dance that burns a trail of glitter into my eyes. Their faces are painted with color bars. Their eyes hide behind technicolor rainbows. Their smiles reside behind florescent swatches. They twirl their fingers through heads full of tinsel.

I put my hands to my temples to frame my field of vision, but something flickers across my fingertips. Continue reading The Distractions

Compartmentalize (Spoken Word)

If your imagination were a stronghold, this is a story about all of the bad things trying to break in and take it over.

Terms and Conditions (A Horror Novella)

May I present my horror novella: Terms and Conditions.

 

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Find out what happens when an artist accidentally sells his inspiration to the devil.
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Book Recommendation: Quiet, The Power of Introverts

200px-QuietBookCoverThe best writers read. Go ahead and attach the words, “NONFICTION” to this commandment. I’ve been reading a lot of nonfiction lately. Here’s a book I’ve found to be informative and inspiring.

Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking
By Susan Cain

We prop up extraverts as shining examples of what to aspire to. We know more about celebrities’ than we do our own families. We let the TV vet the faces and voices we allow into our homes. When the medium is the message Tony Robbins and Mohandas Gandhi are on equal footing. Continue reading Book Recommendation: Quiet, The Power of Introverts

A Positive Affirmation for Negative People

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Inspiration (Spoken Word)

A spoken word piece on Inspiration… personified as a bipolar ex girlfriend.

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Kick A Dog

IMG_2180The other night I infiltrated a poetry reading. It was a covert operation that involved assuming the identity of one its members, while he lay bound and gagged in the trunk of my car.

Alright, I’m lying. I don’t own a car. He was bound and gagged in a dumpster, hidden beneath a layer of unsold bagels.

When it came time for me to read, a poem named Kick A Dog was what called out from my archives. It went over well, despite the fact that everyone seemed to think that I was talking about literally kicking a dog. I mean, come on, it’s a pretty thinly veiled metaphor.

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Guess Who Got Himself a Microphone?

Spoken WordGuess who just got himself a fancy schmancy new microphone? Guess who has been listening to audiobooks all month and said to himself, “I can do that.” Guess whose neighbors are tired of hearing him recite the same piece over and over again? Guess whose pets are staring at him in bewilderment? If you guessed me than your deductive reasoning skills are still working and you can check dementia off the list of possible neurological ailments you may be living with. Continue reading Guess Who Got Himself a Microphone?

Our Little Davey

DSCF0007_1 copyHave you ever received a death threat? I have. I’ve received three.

The first came from a visitor to my (long since abandon) website God Hates Globes. The site was meant to be a satirical spoof on a website with a similar name. The visitor didn’t get the joke and gave us some spirited feedback. He was convinced that we believed the world was flat (and that Jonathan Swift actually wanted to eat babies). He wanted to rid the country of us close minded superstitious yokels. That time it was funny.

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Bulletproof Cupid

My quarry shambles off the bus. His lanky frame is lost inside a long black coat. He adjusts his head cans, then buries his hands in his pockets. He nods to the beat. His feet stride with the rhythm. There’s a lovestruck couple up ahead of him. They take up both lanes of the sidewalk. He mounts the boulevard and breezes past. He doesn’t see the pedestrians for the people. The scope of his vision narrows to the crosswalk. He doesn’t bother to look both ways. He doesn’t see the traffic for the cars. Continue reading Bulletproof Cupid

Advice for writers, stories about the world they live in.

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