I don’t know about you, but since March, my house has been infected with what I call “Pandemic Sprawl”. Pandemic Sprawl is basically the accumulation of stuff arriving by FedEx, UPS, and the USPS. All the stuff is essential, of course, and always seems to arrive in oversize cardboard boxes….

It’s time to face facts. I am 65 years old. Given my family history, I have perhaps ten, at the outside fifteen, years left to write. Facing this reality I have made several decisions about the Any Tomorrow series. In its latest iteration Any Tomorrow rings in at more than…

Is it too soon to wonder about the post-apocalyptic world our children will inherit? Even when COVID-19 is declared dead, it will not be done with us. The fear it has sewn into the fabric of our daily lives will haunt us through generations yet to be born.

I’ve heard from various sources that once a novel is written, it should not be revisited or revised.  The best idea, some advise, is to simply move on, always focused on the next project.  The fear is that the writer might become captive to an endless cycle of writing, editing,…

The world has gone quite mad, but the reality of it little resembles the dystopian future so often portrayed in the most popular tomes and movies. The Road. The Stand. Hunger Games. World War-Z. There is a pandemic sweeping the globe, but so far there has been no rationing, no…

This is the pandemic those writers warned you about.

My underwear’s too tightMy clothes just don’t fit rightI reach out for you babyBut you’re no where in the nightAnd you don’t sayA thing.You say you want a thrillThat you are on the pillBut baby if my wife finds outIt’s me she’s gonna killAnd you don’t sayA thingBaby since I…

I’m counting the daysI’m counting the weeksI’m counting the hoursUntil I am free.All of the secretsI’ll leave behindTo fall away like shacklesFrom my troubled mind.There are so many thingsI’ve yet to do and seeThe promise of a good lifeIs waiting for me.Will I  live long enoughTo make it all worthwhileThe…

Why have I stopped writing?That could be a tough questionUnless you already know the answer.And I do.I have stopped writing (for now) Because I am terrified of my wordsAnd the power they hold over me.Words have power.They transport me through space and timeTo see what must be seenTo tell what…

My father fell Into obscurity My mother is losing her mind And all that I can say with some surety Is that it’s only a matter of time Before I fade away Before I fade away My brother takes solace in the market My wife spends too much time alone…