• March 2013

    Just a quick note to let anyone who happens by know that I still live. I’m nearly 16,000 words into my novel, working on it every night.  Progress comes in short sprints rather than long runs, but I’m slowly picking up the pace.  I would like to have 50,000 words, or about half of the book, …

  • Lessons

    I recently sent my first chapter off to a freelance editor and received some valuable feedback.  The good news is that he liked it overall and I am more motivated than ever to keep going.        Malice is a universal language. With it, the victorious deliver potent sermons with the passion and confidence …

  • Dinner with Ginger

    Chlorine perfume in the air Burns the eyes out– Nothing to see there. Pinprick Needle in Taped down a s l o w d r i p o f Vitriolic oil For a treat. Rub a little salt Into the old wounds Once in a while To preserve the meat.

  • Broken

    A bloom snapped from the vine by heartless hand, Cut, ruined, falls to ground and bleeds. A spirit shattered young by brutal deed, Drips from wound to pool at writhing feet. A heart sliced cruelly out by tyrant’s hate, Beats its last ‘fore love was ever made. A life shorn and clutched in calloused fingers, Falls …