arrest the president
The president is a giant pile of shit, and has employed a gang of dogshit lackeys to do his evil, since he gets winded after putting on his hair every...
A Year Later
my dad as a teenager in Syria It’s been a year since my dad died. It’s been a strange day, especially when I hold it against last year. Last year, it was...
The next half
My grief over losing my father has made writing a problem. Writing, words. Stories, even. It’s this: Telling the story creates a distance in me from the guts...
Remembering my dad
memories shared at his funeral, September 7, 2024
The Tyranny of the Tail
expect no rational sequence here
Write: The Poem as Portal
on the inciting image
Wear: Ruffles, Rick-Rack and Frippery
on style that is literally "extra"
Write: A World Built on Names, Part I
how character names create the stuff of fiction
Write: Reading Habits and Handrails
or, how romance novels can help you write fiction