nightwish was my jam: a poem

Thumping base and opera, the talk of nomadic mystics on fire content to be shut out. Those fingers of timbre and rhythm reached through my chest and spread into my lungs. They planted seeds that grew into trees and filled me up. Included in the excluded, in the crazies and dreamers with passion eating them... Continue Reading →

Watch Me Whip: A Countersink Scene

Luis. That kid was a real firecracker. He had a way of setting people on fire and not because of his flame throwing contraptions—he could never actually set fire to anyone with those. Maybe Ashby, but surely no one else. No, it was something internal that set people off.  Seventeen years old and already he’d... Continue Reading →

Bloodletting: a poem

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, sinned and sinned. And tomorrow, I’ll sin again and again and again. Ivory fangs and fire. Kiss and burn, Forever and Ever, Amen. The body and the blood, that sweet, euphoric blood. I could stop if I was brave enough but I’m not. What am I inside, after all,... Continue Reading →

Gross in a Good Way: Notes on Horror Writing

The head-tilt "Hm." When I tell people I like horror stories--horror movies, horror games, and horror books--that is the response I get. And if the conversation progresses and I say that I am working on putting more horror elements in my own stories, the head-tilt "Hm" intensifies. What most people don't realize is that the... Continue Reading →

Cardstock Priest: Short Story

Miriam leaned on the doorframe as Vincent prepared for mass, his first mass since it had happened. Sometimes he wished she didn’t have so much free time on her hands. How was he supposed to psych himself up with her standing there? “I still don’t think you should be doing this,” she said. Vincent smoothed... Continue Reading →

Nunya: A Poem

I’ve always thought my private thoughts are nunya business. They suck emotional energy to unpack so why should I unpack for just anyone? Please don’t shame me for not being open. How am I doing? I’m spring-loaded, not sure what I want but ready to betray myself to get it. What have I been up... Continue Reading →

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