Want to come along for this existential road trip of mine? — It started with a whisper. I didn’t really tell many people about it. Sure, I linked to it on Twitter when I wrote the introductory post, but it died on the vine a little thereafter (not helped since Twitter hates links of all kinds these days). Yes, I started a…

Or — just that little thing known as an Index. — If you’re looking for the wonders of other worlds and the hope of distant realities… then you might want to take a stroll over to my Fiction page where you can find everything from daring speculative fiction to chunks of microfiction for the people who love stories but don’t have a lot of time. …

There’s something lurking in this town. — Hannah Louvre was an art student — apt, given her last name — when I came upon her one December evening. …

In That Haze — No11 (Micro) — When my girlfriend Melody brought home a gray-and-white stray one day in December, I thought the most of my worries would be how many times I had to scoop out the litter box each week. But Montgomery — affectionately called Monty by my girlfriend — was a terror. The first…

Sensual Scribbles Prompt: PEN BLEEDS — Clarissa has always been my muse. She didn’t realize it for a long time — as I chased other girls just to see what might provoke her to reveal her intentions toward me — but now, tonight, it’s as if I’ve conjured her from ink on the page as she…

In That Haze — No10 (Micro) — There were worse places to fall in love than a field at the end of the world. Or that was what Emily Horus thought as she stood on the set of Namesake, a post-apocalyptic film set after the fallout of war. She tapped her ballpoint pen against her bottom lip…

In That Haze — No9 (Micro) — Gertrude Fine was not the type of woman to wait. There were too many times where she had languished on the sidelines only to see others sprint ahead with the gamut of their good fortune. Well, she was done with that life. Let the other damsels take to the streets…

A Poem — the winding road led me here once upon a time ago, and you thought you had me trapped in the lock and key of your careful gaze. but you are not a god, no matter what tricks you have up that careful sleeve of yours, and you are not my master to serve…

A Poem — oh, now it makes so much sense how you wanted me out of the story when i was the one thing standing in your way of reclaiming the throne you wanted most of all. oh, now i can speak in a thousand tongues, and what can i do but tell you…