My first published poem!

The child's face is a mask, White and pale, Blank and mindless.   The child's face is a mask, Black…

Never mind her; She wasn't right for you. She didn't understand you Like we do.   If she'd truly understood,…

                Everyone talks about how hard and lonely a job it is to be a writer.  Maybe I'm just a…

Normally I find serials frustrating but if he's updating several times a week I should be able to survive it.

The woman was thin and hunched over, and she blinked like a kitten at the cashier.  Her hair was stringy…

       It was wet out.  That was an understatement.  Laughter.  The roads looked like the surface of a lake. …

An excerpt from my book, "Nameless."

It's all about the bubble wrap.

The wall of wasps stretched as high as the sky, and as far as the ends of the earth.  It…