Alright kid, come here. It’s me - you - here to bestow some needed advice on your young, developing mind. Yes, yes, this whole thing reeks of space-time continuum shredding, you’re very smart, but… yes, I know about the grandfather paradox. Yes, I am familiar with the general theory of relativity. But what we are - yes, I know I look nothing like ( Read more... )

Baby! It’s Valentine’s - and I want you to know: I’ve got this.

Because, you see, my love for you

is more stalwart than a Tea Party Patriot’s convictions.

More lurid than Roman Polanski’s lullabies.

More heartfelt than an assassin’s bullet.

Hotter than X-Files fanfic.

Prouder than morning wood.

Heavier than a singularity.

And more manly ( Read more... )

This is something that's been a long time in the making and that I've worked on putting to paper for some time now. It's pretty bare bones and lacking in much by way of style, but that's kind of the point, I think. Let me know what you think ( Read more... )

Seems these days that I cannot pass a car crash on a long trip without turning it into something. I read this last week at Speakeasy and it seemed to get a pretty positive response. You like?

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Somewhere outside of Savannah on I-95
Traffic slowed down to the sticky pace of a10-minute yawn
Outside dusk slipped away behind the trees
And a trip that was ( Read more... )

Just a little somethin' I came up with last night to be read at Speakeasy. It's a pretty bald-faced stab at things, but hey, I only had 20 minutes.

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Oh mother.

I can only imagine the long, lonely nights you endure, rum and diet on your end table, fat little corgi endlessly stabbing eardrums with his paranoid yips. Your four children all grown, ( Read more... )

And here's my latest comics death. It's a haiku because I couldn't bear to do anything more in-depth for this one.

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The Death of Hobbes

Twelve candles blown out.
Smoke dances and disappears
As things often do

The Death of Hagar

Many forget just how much boats creaked in those days.
The way the boards gave way under a heavy foot
making the sound of a wet sponge when squeezed -
it shook the faith of most of the men, but not him.

He never feared the roiling sea,
knowing even as a boy that from the water’s perspective
Odin was right-side up.
Tales of maelstrom, ( Read more... )

Deep in the purpling bruises of hills that are the Great Smokies

most nights you could hear escaping from the audio hall of mirrors

an echo of his hollow howl broadstroking its way to you

through the pine cone minefield of the thick forests

His father was pure West Virginia stock,

boiled down until his lungs were hard as bones

and his ( Read more... )

Outside the bar where the fog held like hesitant snow

Virginia asked if she could bum a cigarette

saying “I hate living up to people’s expectations” as I obliged.

She tore the butt off before I struck a flame, tossing it to an ice-frosted snow pile.

After I lit my own I told her I’d be quitting after New Years

and she nodded, echoing similar ( Read more... )

So tonight I was at the Red Chair Affair, a charity thingy for local Orlando arts and stuff. I wrote a few poems for the ol' Poetry Vending Machine with Todd and Naomi. I didn't get as many poems as I would have liked, but it worked. Here's my favorite. And even if the customer didn't seem to like it, well, fuck her, it was free, and I really dig ( Read more... )