I can't rant today, I feel too much to poet. My nieces and nephews are on my mind. But what I can do is let my art speak for me. As my voice, I offer an excerpt from my 2012 National Novel Writing Month novella, The Black Parade. It's sequel, The American Manifesto, was completed … Continue reading Smells Like Sulfur
Gilded tendrils through wooden slats summon a new Appalachian day. I tumble, tumble giddy under feathery darkness my morning dreams launch me into flight... So begins one of the poems I created in that beautiful cabin nestled under ancient wood. The experience of connecting with nature at a primordial level is a powerful thing. My … Continue reading Coming Down The Mountain
I have a writer's callous. Very few people in the 21st century maintain a writer's callous, the telltale indentation on your dominant hand where you normally rest a pen. Composition after composition, frustrated hand and head viciously working together against time, all the answers having to come out of your tired phalanges. And yet, even … Continue reading The Freedom to Write
Three yellow butterflies fluttered before me, playfully twisting in the warm morning gust accentuating this morning's walk. Sweat curtained my face way before hitting the mile marker; what is this?? This time last year, a decent chill to temper the swamp, but in 2015, I still have boob sweat! Walk is over and it's time … Continue reading Operation: Falcon Crest
Two years blogging on whatever I feel like! Thanks to my fellow bloggers and e-buddies for keeping the circuit of discourse open. Onward!
[This was performed on June 25th at Oral Fixation's LBGT Open Mic Night hosted by Sawgrass Tiki Bar in St. Petersburg's Grand Central District. The next day, Supreme Court ruling finds same-sex marriage legal in all 50 states of the U.S.! Just sayin...] We're at the Center of The Universe! The festival, that is, although … Continue reading Send Me An Angel Revision #4 (04.01.17)