Welcome to the weird.
In which I talk about music and my love of concerts.
Red Magic When I was kid I believed in magic. I believed in fairies, Santa, and ghosts, and the Bigfoot, and all of that. I believed that ours was a world of magic that hid just out of sight and away from adult eyes. Hiding where those pure of heart could find it when they… Continue reading Red Magic – a story
In which I talk about Rob Zombie's 3 From Hell and how painfully mediocre it is.
This is a first draft. Please judge it as such. Mom told me that shooting stars were just falling angels wasting wishes from heaven. She said - wish on that falling angel honey, and maybe it’s wish will become yours. I wasn’t sure I believed it but I did as she told me to and… Continue reading Shooting Stars – a story
When I lost mom I felt like I was falling. Falling and would never stop falling. There was only down. When my mom entered hospice it came with it a surreal feeling of deja vu. Wasn’t she already IN hospice care? You see, for several months mom’s health had been declining and in that she… Continue reading There Is Only Down
On the long and rocky terrain that was my unemployment I bounced around near the bottom for a while. That terror train seemed to roll and roll and roll. Were it not for a wife that makes more than I ever did, and a father that helped me a ton, I wouldn’t have survived. There’s… Continue reading Are You Willing To Relocate?
So when I took the photos I am using for the cover of TATTERED TENTS I was shocked that I managed to find such a thing in the wild. I was out at a hobby store and was looking at a little display they had and saw it...a headless woman in a lawnchair just living… Continue reading Our Cover Story
In which I talk a little about awards season.
I don't tend to write poetry because I don't write it well but this sprang forth and here it is. Like everything else, I was stillborn. Life fading like the last light of the day. Eyes closing. Mouth opening. Fist unfurling as a flag with no fight. I would enter darkness as a small bang. … Continue reading Still Born – a poem
In honor of my mom's birthday I wrote this for her. Marilyn and the Scary Movie “Oh, for cryin’ in the sink!” Marily declared as she took her hand away from her head and then watched as each of the five curlers she’d just put in her hair came free and fell from her head.… Continue reading Marilyn and the Scary Movie