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. I tend to write all over the map depending on my…

A Poem — whispers gathered ‘round and ‘round about the woman over the hill, her mouth like fire and her words like wine, since she never could keep those lips of hers shut. they say you never know when a good girl’s gone bad, but maybe we should have known better about her. …

A Poem — i fear i’ve got nothing left to say — nothing to boast, nothing to scream, little to recommend me, little to condemn me, all these things to derail me and sink me down low. i feel as if the words have dried up, and no one will ever hear me speak…

A Poem — out of my shell, out of the woods — oh, you had me lost before i even realized the lay of the land i was finding. winter gave way with its fragile frost, and i caved beneath the ice of it all as i lost my footing and fell through. …

A Poem — somewhere along the way, i missed your signals — or perhaps you missed mine — and now we’re on different roads. i wish i could tell you the secrets i’ve kept so close, near and dear, to my heart — but we were always a tide washing from shore, never to come…

Should we truly fear AI, or should we learn to work with it? — Recently, I’ve begun playing around with the infamous AI tool known as ChatGPT. You’re horrified right now, aren’t you? Take a deep breath. Let the red fade from your vision. Again, breathe. I understand the trepidation, the tension, and the fervor surrounding recent discussions about AI. I’ve even had a…

100 Lyrics into Stories — No7 — Eris knew the storm god would come for her sister Cora. The clouds coalesced over the cove, biding their time for one lightning strike that could set everything aflame. Father would give Cora up without a fight. Mother would fall to her knees and weep — but she wouldn’t say…

A Poem — life was a one-way track till we got down on our knees and begged forgiveness for all our wrongs. i told myself i wasn’t to blame, but the heavens told me different that day i crossed paths with you again and again. oaths meant nothing to you, and maybe they meant…

A Poem — he told me he had problems — and, oh, i couldn’t fathom the depths of how far he could fall with no parachute. he told me there was no crime, not when he was right as rain with me, but i saw the signs in his dark eyes that there was a scheme…