This book would hold the elevator door open for you, but not if you needed the exercise from the stairs.
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Review: The Social Contract
Review: The Dueling Machine
The story of an invention that gives opposite sides of a dispute the chance to settle issues through a shared-dream scenario.
Statement Of Intent 12/4/2018
Hello all, I hope you're as happy as I am to be here; exciting times to be reading the words I'm writing. Finishing Entropy, my last book, got me so excited for the future of my art that I didn't bother making much noise about what I'd accomplished; it was step one down a hill... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
