Tag Archives: Writing

The Quiet and The Void

It’s been a little while since I last wrote, I know. I’ve been settling in the quiet of the creative space in my mind and concentrating on my project Hanford Ground Zero. It is a place dedicated solely to creative … Continue reading

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Of Killer and Carnage

She stretches out a hand Looking to feel forever In the gentle brush of fingertips Against decaying skin. She finds beauty in carnage, In ruined corpses. In violent displays. In dividing the body against itself. Ever hungry, Ever feeding, But … Continue reading

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An Ode to Matt and Nathan

My parents warned me about you. You were devils Seductively knocking, Leaving ancient tomes at my door. They’d rather I Swallow pills and die Then learn what you gave me; An escape, A gateway, Brothers, You taught me to open … Continue reading

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Man is God

Laced tongues languishing in lost languages. While in PCP beatific visions We gaze into the eyes of God, And there, See only our self.God is a mirror, Or so we tell ourselves, Casting our Perfected photoshopped reflection For all to … Continue reading

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An Open Letter To Stephen King

I posted this to the StephenKing.com message boards last Friday, but I wanted to also share it on a broader platform as well. Mr. Stephen King, There have been a number of positive and encouraging influences in my life that … Continue reading

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Adventure in Writing: He Never Saw the Body!

I was cooking dinner with my wife. I don’t remember what we were making, probably something with chicken, but we were definitely cooking dinner. I remember reaching for a wooden spoon when this sudden realization came over me. I stood … Continue reading

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Monsters and Fathers

He speaks like an exploding dictionary, Picking out the meanest words, Arranging them In the worst order. Prides himself on dumb. Smart Is for “college boys.” And “he ain’t no college boy.” I can still hear him Echoing through my mind … Continue reading

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