LAST MAN WAKING: a tale of sickness and sleep
…until now. LAST MAN WAKING: my new short story has been published by Roar and Thunder in Australia and is free to read online!
I remember when I first learned that it was a “playwright” not a “playwrite.” You’re not someone who writes a play, you’re someone who builds a play. That absolutely astonished me. It gave so much more power to the writer. At the end of the day it’s just words on a page, but the writer… Continue reading The Dreamwright
Ergo, I present my Sonnet 104: Following your heart is too glamorized As if it is mysterious and wild To speak a name your mouth has memorized To wander with the whimsy of a child To the doorstep you have always dreamed of. All it can do is take you to the same Smile, the… Continue reading Mondays Need More Love Poems
I think it’s funny how the scientists think they’re the ones that discovered that. Einstein had a big revelation that forced him to question the nature of spacetime as we knew it then, and lo and behold, he figured out that time was not inelastic, not rigid, not uniform…it was relative. Any artist from the… Continue reading Time Has Always Been Relative
I’m always concerned with output. Like a lot of folks, I work pretty hard at what I love and enjoy watching it payoff. I can’t be the only one who wishes there were more hours in the day, though, so I thought I’d share my strategy for how to remain productive the entire day. The… Continue reading There ARE more hours in the day!
Thought I could stand to share another poem. I tried to get this one published for a while, but it wasn’t any editor’s cup of tea. I still love it…one of my favorite of my short poems, maybe. Snuffing Candles Melting, dripping with time passing, Wick still clashing. Ashen, waxen, Flame un-passion. Holding candleholder handles,… Continue reading The Existentially Satisfying Feeling of Snuffing Candles
(Photo from Kerry Park by Brian Kasey) I live in Seattle. I’ve always lived in Seattle. I know Seattle. It’s gotten to the point where, as much as I love Seattle, the city just kind of bores me. What is there to do that I haven’t done a hundred times before? I live out in… Continue reading A Tourist in My Home Town
Truth is a kind of moderation, the reality that lies in-between the impossible extremes of anything. Is it just me though, or does life seem to be made up of extremes that the truth never captures? The more I try to tell a true story, the more fictitious it becomes. That’s why, sometimes, the truest… Continue reading How To Tell A True Story
I take them so rarely, I forget how good vacations are. This last weekend, I had the opportunity to go out to a cabin on Whidbey Island with a friend I don’t see nearly as much as I should. Glen goes to school on the east coast, and he’s just about the only person I… Continue reading Bottling Time on Whidbey Island
LAST MAN WAKING: a tale of sickness and sleep
…until now. LAST MAN WAKING: my new short story has been published by Roar and Thunder in Australia and is free to read online!
When it started, it was innocent bibliophilia. My condition has worsened though, and I am well aware that I am gleefully suffering from bibliomania. I found this Japanese word, tsundoku, which pretty much describes my condition right now. It’s not that I don’t ever read these books, it’s just that I buy them faster than… Continue reading Books, Books, Books!