Regan is a writer who finally has a story to tell. Several, actually. My current project is the supernatural legend, Fixit. Look for my first published piece - "Bloody Chrysalis" - in the upcoming anthology Trans Bodies, Trans Selves 2! An enby in the making, a traveller in the world, and a lover of the weird and fantastic; I favor the Oxford comma, the semi-colon, and bacon. I sincerely hope you'll find things that are new(-ish. Hey, nothing's really new in this universe) and things that make you want to ask more questions. Curiosity is fun. Pronoun: ono (It's a Russian word, not Yoko. Awesome language they came up with, those Russian folks. Quite beautiful and expressive.)
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As this hellacious year comes to its end, I’ve been combing my music collection for solid albums to listen to. I go through phases: sometimes it’s tons of playlists, sometimes albums, sometimes no music at all – rather podcasts and audiobooks. In my dredging of my music collection (pretty large: somewhere around 15,000 songs. I … More 1988: A Good Year For Music
In the midst of the resurgent virus, it’s been a slog to get through days. I know I’m not alone in this – all of my friends are saying the same. My friends from Trauma Camp, even moreso. So I find it interesting that stories are coming back to me. I’m still stuck on the … More Wish Me Luck
There is a point, coming soon, where I will begin to post things here on my blog that are going to blur the lines between the real and the unreal. In an attempt to get my work to people in the liminal sense I want it, things will appear in this space that are constructs … More Fiction And Reality
As I mentioned in an earlier post, back in January, I had the opportunity to go on retreat for five weeks in the mountains outside of Santa Fe, NM. There were about thirty of us, from all walks of life and mostly from the Midwest and West Coast; I was one of the few from … More The Mormon And The Atheist
Another minor miracle occurred today: I wrote song lyrics. Now, to me, it’s a poem with rhymy bits and a tempo I can hear in my head. It’s also a poem written in character again. I still don’t understand how this happens, but I’ll take the writing any way it comes to me. She sits … More When She Looks At Me
Maelcum spun as a door slid open to their left, the shotgun ready. A small Eurasian in orange coveralls stepped through and goggled at them. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed his mouth. Case glanced at the monitor. Blank. “Who?” the man managed. “The Rastafarian navy, Case said, standing up, the … More Loyalty Check
A friend of mine challenged me to write a poem about the game we both play, the stories that we tell and leave behind for other players to see. Thanks for the seed, Kel. Words danceMulticolored hues of speech and thought and feelingGrains of sandIn the grand scheme of things I leave a markA temporary … More Like Glitter
So, I may have mentioned before that I play this game called Improbable Island. May have mentioned my character, Emwyn. (Pssst. I did. I really did. Use the archive. Make me feel good.) But this morning, I attempted something I’ve never done before: I wrote a poem while in character. It was a very interesting … More The Breaking
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I took off Sunday morning on my motorcycle, trying to shake off the effects of some really powerful emotional stuff that happened on Saturday (no worries, it’s just life with PTSD. You remember what I said about that before, right?). I went for a spin through the old stomping grounds of my oh-so-fun youth: all … More A Trip Down Memory Lane
…as I was lying in bed last night, trying to finally – maybe – get some sleep. Nope. Instead, this came out. All of it, in one go. So, not much on the sleep end of things, but I’d say a pretty decent story. Hope you enjoy.
