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Friday 3 August 2018

Melixazu: Prologue (Jarid)

The poets say that our vision goes dark when death takes us. It’s not true. A much simpler and much grander change takes place instead. Yet, in this moment, I am too galled to consider such possibilities.

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Tuesday 21 January 2014

Creating Worlds, Constructing Meaning

I tend more toward New Year's Goals than resolutions. This year, I decided I wanted to read more books that inspire me. To that end, I give you my first book review of the year.

And this one is for the educators.

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Sunday 6 October 2013

Marching Ten By Ten

The house we bought over the summer is an older house. 90 years older, in fact. And on top of that it's been renovated and expanded several times. So it has old house issues.

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Saturday 21 September 2013

Just Another Journey: Lullaby

She danced like a flame in front of an open window, mesmerizing and unpredictable. Her brown hair and faded orange scarf whipped around her body in an evocative counter-rhythm. A dark flame in the middle of a circle of cell phone lights.

She'd started in the dark, to the beat of a single plastic bucket drum. Joel, huddled with his one bag in the outer ring of the night's tent village, had stood and circled nearer to watch. He'd hung back as the first cell phones were opened, but as the impromptu stage formed, he'd let himself be drawn in until he crouched at the rim, slapping his own harmony on knees and pack.

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Saturday 14 September 2013

Just Another Journey: Initiation

A shadow fell across the age-stained pages of Joel's book.

"What's that?"

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Saturday 31 August 2013


I've been gone for a while. The summer has been as chaotic as usual, and my personal commitments have, as predicted, fallen by the wayside in favor of larger goals. I'll come back with a little of what's taken my time (including possibly some pictures, since the spambots tell me I don't have enough of those on the site), but this is a quick post to let you know that a project I started working on about three years ago has officially been picked up by a new publishing house: Ellipses Press. I'm putting up the first of the promotional material here. It's a short story, and I'll be sure to update when I have an official release date and information about where it will be available.


Ernie Johnson will do almost anything for Dianne Wright, his beautiful and brilliant girlfriend. She restores his faith in humanity and gives him hope. When she asks him to follow her into a fun house maze—her favorite place—he quickly agrees, but gets lost in the shuffle of mirrors. One in particular draws his attention and when he's pushed into it, he wakes up in another reality where he comes face to face with a difficult truth about himself. Struggling to come to terms with his guilt, and running from Dianne's revenge, Ernie must find his way back to the world he knows before he loses his life.

Friday 26 July 2013

Just Another Journey

The murky glow of street lights muted the night sky, hiding whatever stars might have been willing to shine on this place. The breeze kicked up and a greasy fast food wrapper skittered across the ends of his sneakers. A paper cup rolled over somewhere behind him.

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Saturday 20 July 2013


Moving week. It was never just a day anyways, and Kyle had a lot of things to go through. He stood up, arching his back and stretching his neck. Stephanie was at a friend's house for the day, or he would have asked her to dig an elbow between his shoulder blades to release some of the tension. Only her mother had ever been able to get into that spot any better.

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Monday 8 July 2013

The Lions of Al-Rassan and Other Random Things

I've spent evening for the last month reading Guy Gavriel Kay's The Lions of Al-Rassan. Yes, I know it was published 18 years ago. I was in college at the time. My reading amounted to not much more than college texts at that time, I'm ashamed to say. I'm still catching up.

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Saturday 1 June 2013


Leaves rustle overhead, and a stray beam of sunshine glimmers on the small stream to his right. He kneels down to scoop some of that water into a cup, and drops a purification tablet into it. He'd prefer to boil it, but this is faster, and he still has several miles to hike before he reaches the campsite he's aiming for.

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