The Psychotic Author

I had a conversation with my therapist…oh, a couple years ago now. About perspective and reality; I question both. Deeply and frequently. As an author, I very often put my mind into places that technically don’t exist and I can stay there for days at a time. By the definition I learned back in college, … More The Psychotic Author

Gossip Grenade

Smear CampaignsCovert predators spread falsehoods to slander your reputation and degrade your credibility to others…They may gossip behind your back, slander you to their or your loved ones, create stories that depict you as the abuser while they play the victim, and claim that you engaged in the same behaviors that they are afraid you … More Gossip Grenade

The Breaking

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

Like Glitter

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

In Search Of A Friend

Castalia stood on the edge of the hole in the middle of the floor. Its ragged edges were characteristic of this rundown little shithole bar; broken ends of floorboards promised splinters for anyone stupid enough to slide along them. The hole itself was about five feet deep and had been wallowed out to an almost … More In Search Of A Friend

Gruesome Fragment

NOTE: This piece was originally intended to slot into the cryopunk world I was developing and displayed in my post “Too Many People.” Who knows? I still might. WARNING: This fragment is graphic. You’ve been warned. He didn’t know her name; he didn’t know any names of his horrors.  But she was young and round … More Gruesome Fragment