My writing.

Too, as in, Also…

fromย  ‘Gold Mine’ _____this true heart______________ I will write your name on every breath from now until forever, forget you never, know that I have not let go of this true heart. Forgiving you and him and them and everyone,… Read More ›

Real Myths

Real Myths. Tall, dark, long and lean, Arrows in the slipstream. Super sonic, sub atomic, Wet dream, Cross that man and taste the mean. Step outside, You ainโ€™t comin’ back in, And you donโ€™t mess around with Jim. Sharp blade…. Read More ›

Writer.

I am a writer.ย  I think, and believe, that if you are a writer, you were born a writer. William Burroughs once said of Jack Kerouac that Jack Kerouac was the definition of a writer, that is, that he was,… Read More ›

The Slick Furies.

I’m super tired. Is that the best time to write a blog post? Hopefully this won’t be too rambling. I have surpassed the sixty thousand word mark on the edits/re-write of the vampire novel. I have approximately sixty-six pages of… Read More ›