I tend to like ridiculously long prose, epics and writings that go on and on until you are immersed in the dream. However, I like to write the shorter things as well. This is a collection of several shorter things.

This is a short novel that I published in 2014. There is a link to the actual book in its entirety at the bottom of the “Read More” section of this writing.

Some things are best left unsaid. And sometimes, eluding to them is better, yet.

Even the blackbirds seem hipper, like bee-bopping bartenders, as they glide overhead and stop mid-flight to stand and clap at the crescendo of the trumpet solo…

I picture myself a quarter-horse at dawn,

White bellows of nasal clouds,

Like steam off an engine,

In bursts and aggressive puffs that,

Signal my poised but eager state…

And as the unclear victor soared

skyward

with the vanquished, red tail of the other

drifting toward a lower perch, still parting

—the whistle of its wings pushing

against the humid sky

with the labor of oars against alluvian weight—

the world, but for its mighty trees

and these mad angels, vanished.

I once wrote an entire year of my every day journal entries in rhyme. It wasn’t difficult. So it makes me consider the possibility that this is just the way that my mind works.

Some days nature is simply enough!

And I’m feeling good!

Something about writing makes empty pages seem like guilt-tripping, ex-girlfriends.

There is always room for cynicism and satire in writing, but I find that it usually takes a certain dry sense of humor to get it without being offended. I tend to enjoy provocations whether being provoked or endeavoring to do the same to readers. I am not politically slanted in any particular direction but I do have a few opinions.

I believe in writing in the broken way that we speak and the interjecting style in which we think.