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

August 5, 1995. This is ancient history, my first television interview (I think), on the Saturday Washington Journal.  I came across it recently while researching other stuff. This interview aired live at 5 in the morning, but being Washington, someone was up. The deputy director of government relations at Vietnam Veterans of America called me, 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