Keep It Regular
Tomorrow explodes. Yesterday downloads. Today erodes. He is plugged into a Warewolf experiential remix engine and time is splintering into instances that he can’t add up into a day. He doesn’t know the last time he had a straight day. He thinks…
Cock crows. Second sun in the sky. Ravens and angels are wheeling around through each others flight paths, while magpies drop to pick at the shattered shiny remnants of halos. There is a fire burning with wood from a tree that dropped…
I will be 45 in 2020. I do not mean I am going to transform into Trump — that will be my age. I am still political with a small p, or rather I am not locked into the pissing contest of…
The year end gets log-jammed with Best Ofs and obituaries. It can be a weird mix of nostalgia and grief, and I am not sure I want to buy into that notion that I am cutting off a gangrenous limb and waiting for…
hung in some grey anatomy our contrapunto angulature these compliments to build ninety degrees edging into three sixty we will come full circle traversing the circumlocution of ourselves unfolding wings a switchblade transformation the divided sky the dividing line balancing the horizon…
I am writing in different ways and in different places at the moment, but I am keeping it in. Nanowrimo was a little bit of a bust, with five novels started, but none of them getting anywhere near the finish line. I…