No politics on the first date (Dylan) The woman behind the counter has hair cut about to her chin, longer at the front and shorter in the back. It’s dyed a bronze color, and I can’t tell her age or even her general appearance because the makeup she wears is thick as wood-grain, Read More

Yet another love poem

Posted on March 21, 2015 by

Hasn’t everything already been written about love? I don’t know. You see, Love isn’t just about all flowers and shit. it ain’t about the dance, or the ring, it’s not about the house, or the romance. Love isn’t lavender, It’s not poppies Or tulips, Or delicate white roses. It’s not the flesh of that, Read More

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I am: A poem

Posted on March 11, 2015 by

to I AM the most exalted one   king savior messiah i’ve got a bone to pick with you   a dust devil of hate, the shamal of rage flecks of sand tearing my skin   a turbine hot jet fuel  dripping from the cracked fuselage   it bleeds this hole in my chest, Read More

Poem: Nickel Mines

Posted on March 8, 2015 by

A one room schoolhouse Fields of grain Soft sounds of rural life Creaking of leather straps and wagon wheels Manure and hickory smoke The wind blows metallic terror as a truck backs up into a nightmare a man torn by         something “I’m trying to find something” he says to disarm then he, Read More

Andrea Thompson ist schlau, selbstbewusst und hübsch. Sie ist außerdem schrecklich einsam. Sie wird in Europa von ihrer Oma großgezogen und hat schwer damit zu kämpfen, dass ihre Eltern sie nicht bei sich haben wollen. Und sie hat keine Ahnung, warum das so ist. Als Andrea einen dringenden Anruf von ihrer älteren Schwester Carrie, Read More

Poem: The Gold Club

Posted on February 18, 2015 by

If there is a God, he abandoned that home or i did? Just as I abandoned common sense The pursuit of life Liberty Addiction a gaudy parade of flesh Tiny puckered nipple A captive audience Sexy lingerie A willing body or was she? Flashing lights and a club raw sewage under the surface of, Read More

Short snippet of what I’m working on, a prequel to Just Remember to Breathe. Alexandra Thompson’s point of view: She arches an eyebrow. “Oh? Tell me. Wait… is it… a guy?” I frown. “Carrie….” She smiles. “You can tell me anything. Cross my heart.” She does, first making a sign of the crucifix, which, Read More

Turkish translation coming soon!

Posted on December 24, 2014 by

I’m excited to share the news that in a few months A Song for Julia will be available in Turkish, published by Yabancı Yayınları Publishing, translated by Asli Tumerkan. http://yabanciyayinlari.com/?portfolio=a-song-for-julia

Signed Books

Posted on December 11, 2014 by

Want to order an autographed paperback or hardcover? Autographed books make great gifts!     You can get your copies in time for Christmas if you order by Tuesday, December 16th at 2 PM (we’ll be delivering the books for shipment to the post office that day).  Here’s the pricing breakdown:   Thompson Sisters, Read More

Poem: Be a man

Posted on November 17, 2014 by

Smiling, gurgling, drooling baby. Mamma’s arms. Giggles and bubbles. Bouncing toys. Joyous love.   Crayons and cracker jacks. What’s the surprise in the box? Jumpropes and softball. Caps and guns. Cowboys and Indians. Don’t cry. Don’t be a girl.   Sheets wet with shame. Vacant with fear. Wimp. Geek. Pussy. Faggot. Bitch. Crybaby. Putz., Read More

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