The Junkyard Dog Bleeds

My love of words is large and mean and my heart -it’s just a junkyard dog that growls at nothing and gnaws at old bones until they’re dust. I have become so much better since I’ve obtained a strong handle on the absurdity of myself but still there’s nothing easier than picking up a bottle […]

Facing Yourself Before The Fight (Dweller Chapter 15)

As though on cue, the mechanism beneath the platform I stood upon creaked and whined as it began the ascent into the heart of the World Stadium completely indifferent to whom it carried. It must remember well the emotions of all the past fighters that had stood upon it throughout decades of victories and disappointments. […]

The Dweller Chapter 12: Angels, Demons & Drugs

“So, you now have two choices.” She offered. “What are they?” I asked as I walked around the bed towards my stash. “Fuck or fight me.” Moon-girl grinned. “How about a little of both?” “Oh, I like the way you think.” I turned back to the window just as the bedroom door burst open and […]

On Writing A Novel

There comes a point in writing a novel that you get hooked on it, fall in love with writing it. You have to. You need to. With all the countless hours that you put into it with all the times you go over it down to the finest detail drawing it out filling a cork-board […]

Writing is to Bleed Across Every Damn Page

I don’t want to write safe. I want to stretch out and bleed across every damn page and when it’s finished I want to feel that I have truly left something that was a part of me behind as harrowing as the process might be to myself because why else would I really bother picking […]