Category: Writing
If you seek the antiChrist
If you seek the antiChrist Do not look for a mark Because the mark Is not on his head But on his heart And his sign is not a mark But his works And he is not one But countless men and women Living amongst us Lording over us Using…
Covid crimes
Over the years I have struggled to keep this blog apolitical, focused completely on writing, but sometimes events overshadow the best of intentions. Sometimes the horror of life is greater that any horror fiction might imagine. Still processing this. On May 6th, Malette and I found out that a good…
A poem for our 42nd anniversary
Originally posted to Facebook on March 10, 2021. Malette, I don’t need to know all the whys and wherefores. I don’t need to ask the ultimate question. I already know that the answer to every question is you. I love you. Happy anniversary. 42 42 years together. 42 years to…
Working for the man no more
I no longer work for the man.It has taken me sixty-six years, but I have freed myself from the chains of economic bondage.I have cast my lot on the sea of fate and let it pull me out into depths of self-actualization. I am ready to finally take charge of…
The only thing I know
Everything I have ever believed had faith in or loved is a lie. The world is a deception the book the words all lies. My smile is a false front my jokes my laughter all lies. The history they taught us the religion they fed us the lies swell around…
The universe is expanding
The universe of Any Tomorrow is expanding. As I told you in my last post, it was time to decide—and I have. That is one of the benefits of self-publication, the absolute right to change things, and it’s going to be a big change. The Any Tomorrow series will now…
Facing facts
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…
Old friends are calling me
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,…
Today, Tomorrow, Always
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…
Dead Silence
We lay together for an hour, My hand cupping your breast. I move my hand down to touch you, But your arm, wrapped in the sheet Blocks me like a wall, impenetrable. I move my hand to yours and my thoughts Recall the thick headiness of our love And lust…
