now available for pre-order

though i myself am not a fan of electronic reading…i know that it’s the thing kids are doing these days….

tangled together, a collection of short stories & flash fiction by me!! some dark…some quirky…some violent relationship how-to…. it’s all fun.

also! for you old school souls, i do have a limited number of paper copies available from me, autographed and everything. get ’em while they’re hot!

the date for release of paper versions of tangled together (from amazon) is may 17th.

trying to grow

originally posted in march of 2018

have i properly processed
my feelings?
have i managed to grow
past events
that shackled me
from
years & years ago?
am
i
healing?
am i ready to move
on?
my brain festers that much
less
rabid thoughts
calmed
i stopped
i took
time
i listened to
me…
did it work?

i picked an easy one today. i have like fifty more to go? as i re-do my “best” self-portraits with an end project in sight. a book? a showing? something titled, “the invisible exhibitionist: look at me! (don’t look at me)”

i liked the verse that went with this one as well. i mean, i am feeling again as if i have reached a point of healing–made progress.
you know, a year later…but still!

treasure hunting

so it turns out that if you spend thirty-six years writing without locating a publisher who will publish you & then just saying “fuck it” and squirreling all your writings away, you create a bit of a situation. 
i just went through some actual folders (not virtual ones) to find these gems from the early 90s when i was still using a typewriter because, fuck it, i am….(wait, what’s the opposite of cutting-edge?)
retro?
archaic? 
luddititious?
a dinosaur?
(if i am a dinosaur i want to be a velociraptor.)
wait–you know what–i am going to circle back & say i am cutting edge. i was years ahead of the hipster typewriter trend. i am a goddamned trendsetter. 

typewriters are cool.

so, in addition to my working on creating a book from select pages of my art journal self-portrait series, i am also working on putting together a collection of short stories. 
short stories that i wrote, and then left to age.
i think they are well-aged at this point, and ready for harvest.
or bottling? 
how would that metaphor work?

as you can see from this incoherent post, i am using all of my brain power for editing short stories & art journals while juggling four screaming minions. 

meanwhile…i am almost almost so close to being done with the postcard commission & the portrait commission.
so close!

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