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
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
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
this is my first draft rough holiday story i just concocted. i am sure there's plenty to fix but, you can get a feel for my thought process here AND a holiday tale just in time for Halloween. Enjoy! And if you dig it, pop over to the Haunted Bookstore and check out one of… Continue reading TRUNK OR TREAT – story
I wrote this poem a few weeks ago, suffering the usual inspiration of hearing something and getting it caught in my brain until I wrote a piece to exorcise it. Seems fitting for the season though. I Sailed A Ship I sailed a ship so grand and gray. A ship so wide and tall. I… Continue reading I Sailed A Ship – a poem
The following is a sample story from my newest story collection IN ROOTS OF ASH. This is one of the many stories included that tells the story of a cursed woods and the things that haunt the dark places of the world. Things older than Man and much more cunning. The Echo of the Axe… Continue reading IN ROOTS OF ASH sample
had the germ of this in my head for a few days and had the time at a comic con i was vending at today so i wrote it. Further. Out past the first marker that tells you that you've made it fifty feet from shore, arms starting to ache vaguely as I close my… Continue reading Further – a story
In which I read my story BALL.
In which I read my short story SOMETHING IN THE WATER.