Entropy

Entropy is about the dissolution of order, a book without a genre meant to be experienced at a confusing time in the reader's life. I've pledged to donate one copy for every five that sell.   The first two were already claimed; I'm always looking for ideas on where to donate next. --- Preview Entropy... Continue Reading →

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Entropy: the dissolution of order

Excited to announce the publication of my newest book; Entropy is without a genre and meant to be experienced as a painting. Available on Amazon and through me, hope you all give it a read.  

Closer

Listen to the story's song before reading “Help me…” I groaned; no one was around to care. I sat at a table outside the library, but with the way the story I was working on was violating me I may as well have been bent over. Up to then writing had been an escape, the... Continue Reading →

If I Ever Leave This World Alive

Listen to the story's song before reading My death was painless, quick, but the afterlife is a pop-up ad, inescapable. I think I remember looking one way but not the other, maybe the blow of a horn, definitely the thud of my body and CRACK of my skull against street. Even though I could think... Continue Reading →

Maggotbrain

Listen to the story's song before reading ‘Ya’ll have knocked her up.’ It was either the words that woke me up or the walls of my house shaking. Everything was dark, still again, but a murmur as confused as me drifted through the screens in my windows; I went outside expecting the same calm, starry... Continue Reading →

You Don’t Know How It Feels

Listen to the story's song before reading “You just can’t.” My dad said as I finished wrapping white tape around his gargantuan knuckles, “Not until you take a hit yourself.” I finished, dropped the hand to grab his left, started to wrap at the edge of one of the many bruises that colored his flesh.... Continue Reading →

Slaughterhouse

Listen to the story's song before reading There was a mean old lady that lived in the apartment downstairs. The farthest she would ever go from her home was her porch where she would sit and smoke long cigarettes that looked like her fingers. She acted nice, said hi to me and my sister whenever... Continue Reading →

Skit #2

Listen here Poetry from song lyrics. I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it’s dank Up on melancholy hill How did it end up like this?   I wake up every evenin’ With a big smile on my face Ain’t no rest for the wicked Sugar we’re going down swingin’.  ... Continue Reading →

Swimming in the Flood

Listen to the story's song before reading Clanging came from far away, I was alone for the moment; I stretched my body, pushed out a yawn. “You know it being talked about already doesn’t make it any less significant.” Her words came from the other room, were followed by pounds up the stairs, “Now that... Continue Reading →

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