Bare feet burning, black-top soul, singing, singeing. Hard, leather feet, softer than shoes and glass shards, hard enough to move and keep on burning, as the Sun beats down slow, passionate caresses, concentric circles washing away impurity. Line upon line, wave after wave, each ray a Word from the Lover's hand, pressed against my skin,... Continue Reading →
These shitty tattoos were pushed into my skin with safety pins and india ink. I didn’t care about “art” at the time, believing I would be dead before I turned 21. What was the point? The cops were on our asses for existing, the newspapers condemned us, the schools didn’t care, and there was... Continue Reading →
There was a time in the 80’s where a phenomenon known as the Satanic Panic occurred. In Dale City, Virginia it was led by Investigator Lupton. He had appeared in newspaper articles to condemn anyone who listened to punk and heavy metal as Satanic, and had named The Outcasts, a gang of punks and metalheads... Continue Reading →
Quiet grace, refined, realization smiles, yet leaves no mystery revealed, just poise, and thoughts concealed.
After all of these years I finally sent something in to try and get published. Two things, actually. The first was rejected, and I was informed that I needed more life experience. The second was accepted. Here is the rejected piece. 1987-Washington, D.C. Sixteen years old and wandering the red light district is full of... Continue Reading →
I took the kids and dogs out to the field behind the neighboring apartments. Gunnar occupied himself with killing ants while Gavin walked our pit bull Thor, before settling onto the ground with some sticks. I ran Magnus, the German Shepherd, and threw a stick for him to chase before calling him back to my... Continue Reading →
I sat in the metal chair on the side of the road, watching the oncoming headlights illuminating the cooling night. A moment of rest and a cigar, trying to center myself after a day of work and interaction. I lit the cigar carefully, being sure to keep the initial burn even and complete, as I... Continue Reading →
I've been writing for about 32 years, off and on. I began as a young teenager, trying to find a release, a voice among deaf ears. "Maybe through the eyes and the mind?" I thought. "No? Then just for me, and others like me." The inspiration hit me after I read Henry Rollins' book titled... Continue Reading →