Survival

Lately, because I’m spending so much time in the woods, I’ve been brushing up on survival techniques and seeking out new information—water, shelter, fire. It’s been a hard winter, so far, and the end seems ridiculous to think about as each day seems colder than the first day of the season. In twenty-below weather, I’ve…

Sabbatical

Say mister, can you spare a dime? Some change could make a change Could buy some time Some freedom Or an ear to hear my story It’s all I’ve got My fiction beats the hell out of my truth A palm upturned burnt blue –From Kiss the Bottle by Jawbreaker (Covered remarkably by Lucero) A…

Reg’lar

A new semester is well underway, things are falling into place, and I’ve been given the time to write this sermon for your Sunday amusement. Some of you, however, may be disappointed if you attended church today as there’s no better comedy than a room full of elderly women moaning, Jesus. Oh… Jesus. My rhythm…

Fire

“A fire is finally burning. A light has broken through. Go where you’re invited. Speak when spoken to.” -Leslie Ricker   Smoke from the fire still clings to my clothes. The heat still burns against my knees and shins. Another long drive is behind me. My bones have settled into their normal creaks after a…

The Monster Under My Bed

I spent last weekend in a time share on the coast of New Hampshire, snowed in on Sunday, waiting for a “bluebird” sunny day to make my drive safe, so I could move a little farther from where I really wanted to be, trailing the wisps of tastes and smells and the remnants of reluctant…

Asshole

I wrote Crimes of Passion and True Failure in the midst of some deep, solitary thought that I could not escape. The thoughts haven’t stopped, and I’ve been writing and thinking more about those things. However, I need some levity in my life at the moment, so I’m presenting you with a more personal entry,…

Crimes of Passion

This is an extension of my previous post. Rather, the thoughts are an extension. What I am writing now is fueled by what I’ve found to be insulting over the years and the ignorance that has moved me to anger. For those of you who know me or my fiction, violence has often been a…