Moving Ahead

Hello! I will have my computer back soon, just ordered a new 500GB hard drive and will be on my way to Knoxville in a month to get a place and find a job. Can't wait to move on and do some productive things with my life. Will continue to post writing/updates as they occur. Stay tuned!

Looking Back at 2010 and Some words of Wisdom for 2011

Okay, everything seems like a big damn initiation ritual. I apparently forgot to sell my soul to the illuminati a few years back when everything seemed to be going great. Instead, I went my own way and suffered for it. 2010 is over, left in the dirt on some obscure highway that godforsaken time erected for obscure, shriveled and pointless years similar to dried, old prunes your grandmother used to let sit in the candy bowl and collect dust. My writing has been terribly rejected time and again, the Cavaliers lost Lebron (and now have lost their last 23 games, ironically.) Oh, and my computer crashed with only one chapter to complete in my 60,000 words+ horror novel I had sweated over and poured my soul into. I swear it's a damn conspiracy! About every job I had this year lasted only a month tops as apparently the real world is uncomfortable with folks who carry themselves with confidence (not to mention, THINK for themselves!) The start of 2011 seems promising as I look to really hammer the sklls of every editor under the sun with my prose and poetry. Perhaps I will be posting more soon and letting everyone (or at least whoever gives a flying pigfuck~) know about my crawling from obscurity to relative literary merit. Addio! (P.S: Ordered "The Death Ship" by B. Traven, which I could not find ANYWHERE! At least I can maintain my sanity thanks to the literature readily available, take note techno addicts and hard-up for attention sheep who quiver at the thought that reality is no longer in your favor. YOU ARE PAWNS! SAVE YOURSELVES BEFORE THEY TAKE YOUR LAST SHREDS OF DIGNITY!)

First Professional Publication!

If you have any interest whatsoever with my writing I think you would be thrilled to know that I have, for the first time, been published in print! The link is as follows: www.createspace.com/3491715 and the book itself is called Green by Midwest Literary Magazine. My short story "Hint's Peak" can be read here.

Woman in the Morgue: Black Petals Magazine

“The ghouls ate her soul… sixpence and two shillings found within the woman’s skull.”

Issue #51, special thanks to A.M. Stickle.

Read at: http://blackpetalsks.tripod.com/blackpetalsissue51/id16.html

Monitary Military Minors A Poem

The ghost of tarots read
A fortune and a fate
Cast spells and chant instead
A seal to vaulted slates
Where gold embedded, lowly rich kin
Whose blood once shedded, now they declare wars
And smile behind unbroken skin
Are the talents of the warriors
Further reaching than life taking?
Or are they taught as they progress towards truth
The beauty they are forsaking?
Behind the errors sleuth,
Comes tapestry dances
Done so wily
Like private celebrations where perversion strives
They've stumbled upon the curse romances
All subtly drink senselessly and forget their war scars
And dream of tour's end and driving fast cars
Hold on, some say, hold on to better days
Where quieter truths once reignes
Not so now, benign hunger
And lust of all things monetary
Renders both beauty AND truth all too scary...
And what should they carry onto that battlefield?
Whose signs of victory are only the crops of wisdom one yields...
Hold on, look back, look back on better times...

Cloak- Poem

Darkest before the dawn
Helix aflame from out the tempest skies spawn
My weakness
My heartache
Have ye' lost the will to foresake?
The treasures of entrapment?
Wide, the plains of enfamy
Deep, the skies of harmony
Pay tribute to the tributaries
That form tribunal rule to coax the masses
Their masonic glean
Their deceptions seem
Like gentle messages from messengers of good hope
Yet that which they rob from us, right under our noses
The noises, the poems that release toxic chi
And replaces with glee
These things God put here for you and me...
They would tread and mull those plains down...
They would blanket the skies with lights and chaos...
Betwixt the wicker hourglass and pyrite grandfather clock
Lies a cloak which you and I must wear
It blinds us
We have no idea
Just toward either we head
And when our life is up
And cloak is shed
We realize our allies have truly been misread...

"Angry Angus" POEM

His anger seered, yet behind his eyes
Hid a petty steer
In a pasture of manure and tattoo ink
He stepped to me, and I did not blink
And thank God that he thought to think
That I would not be toyed with
That when he would swing his fist, it would be him
Who would pay
And when his fellow red Angus stomped and leered
I knew no fear
For both were dumb beasts
Vying for the last green leaf of taunting
Which I saved for the last stand
When neither raised a hand, but ridiculed and mocked
I got in, flipped a bird with a smirk on my face
Then left behind the inbred disaster
How humorous it looked in the rear view
And how marvelous
Now that they knew who was who