• Poetry From Fruit of the Dead

    Today I’m posting a bit of poetry from my latest collection, Fruit of the Dead. See if you can catch the references and leave a comment if you do. Twelve He knocks Four times. You won’t answer Because you know Who’s there. And you don’t want to go. Even the timeless can’t Stop time. Four times He knocks again. You can’t answer Because open doors Invite death. And you don’t fear leaving. Even the brave can’t Weather endings. Four times Three knocks. You must answer Because your master Is time. And you scream protest. Even the defiant can’t Stop progress.

  • My Review of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

    Sometimes, I review the books I read. Here’s one I read over the summer. It’s December and I read this book back in July. Well, book is sort of a misnomer here. It’s actually a script for a stage production. The Cursed Child has gotten very mixed reviews on Amazon and Goodreads, in part because most frequent readers of prose have limited experience reading scripts. I actually really liked this story. It made more sense to me than it might have if I wasn’t a recovering performance artist. When I read stage plays, the scene direction and repetitions make sense in the context of my imagination as I visualize a live performance.…

  • The Family You Choose

    This is a writing prompt a friend posted from The Ugly Side of Tumblr on Facebook. I ran with it below the image. Of course I bring the girl home. I’ve only got one last soft spot in my heart. This job already takes so much from me and I’m determined not to let it have my soul. And it goes well at first. The girl is smart, recognizes danger when she sees it and has good reflexes. And that’s no surprise. She survived long enough to try and hire me after all. But in a few weeks, I discover the unforeseen consequence of my kindness. Because this girl I’ve adopted is…

  • With Great Creativity Comes Great Influence

    There’s no creative talent who fits the above better than Stan Lee. So many of my friends and peers keep saying he saved their lives. My own experience was different. I’m getting personal in this post to talk about the effect his work had on me. It’s not what I expected when I started writing about it. Stan Lee’s work didn’t save my life. I grew up in a community where “girls can’t read comics” so his stories didn’t reach me until I was an adult and had fled that swamp. I was taught to use everything and everyone to my own advantage, look for the next best person or…