Posted onOctober 17, 2020
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Twitching thing underneath the skin,
Drawing out the moisture,
Sucking dry, Continue reading
Let’s talk about my writing history here. I don’t mean it as a brag, not much anyway. It’s just context, and it’s interesting context.
I spent about 2 years writing like a madman. A book a month or so. Massive, massive amounts of content. I kept it going even through some pretty intense exhaustion, and I don’t regret that.
But there came a day when I was working on a book and I wasn’t exactly blocked, I was just…off. I felt tired of it, unwilling, though not unable, to write another book. The stories I already created, that only I had seen, felt like they were staring at me with menace. Like they were angry with me for letting them rot and gather dust. Continue reading
Several families, couples, even a few wayward homeless people had stayed in that house, but they all left. They all fled, basically, slowly, yes, moving being what it is—but fled just the same from this house. They noticed the hamper, and tried to remove it, and found that they couldn’t. Continue reading
I published another book!
I’m now the author of two books!
I’m excited to have another one of my stories out for the world to see. I’ve been editing it off and on for like a year now and finally got the push to finish it. I originally wrote it as a horror novel that a kid could read and enjoy, but it ended up growing into something a lot more disturbing, so now it’s maybe PG13.
If you’re interested, the entire first chapter is below along with a link to the Amazon page. I don’t usually ask this, but, if you could share it around or post it to your social media, I’d really appreciate it. Continue reading
“What a delicious meal we have made, full of things and places. A bevy of reality spread forth on our plate, salivating those who can process, stomach, digest the unfathomable. Continue reading
This one red,
And this one not,
One can see into—
The world we never knew, Continue reading
We do not know when,
It crawled out,
Speaking of sins,
Looking like face paint, Continue reading
“That wasn’t chicken,” she said, standing behind him as he washed off the plate. The remnants of meat slid away, to be caught in the drain cover.
“Uh…what?” he said. “Then what was it?”
“I don’t know.” Continue reading
By cosmic old, Continue reading
Oh, you thought it was going to be subtle,
The poem about human teeth,
You probably expected a rhyme here,
But you are mistaken. Continue reading
Poem, poem, on this screen,
What do you even mean?
What is the point of you? Continue reading
Here’s my job,
Get the idea,
I make fear happen,
Darkness and demons,
I scare people—
Because it makes them,
And they will deny it,
Happy to be afraid. Continue reading
Don’t look down,
At the black hole,
The mouth of something,
Older than time,
Older than poems,
That need to at least sometimes rhyme. Continue reading
Along the wall,
Down the hall,
And into the mouth. Continue reading
Welcome to my worlds!
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