Gush

It was hard for me to believe that there was a time that I loved him. But even as he collapsed, eyes wide not with terror but with the irreconcilable fury of betrayal, mouth sputtering with dark liquid, I found that I did not hate him. This was not how it was supposed to go.... Continue Reading →

An Unnecessary Dread of Everything

Fear. Fear has been one of my greatest enemies throughout my life. Fear of the unknown. Fear of appearing foolish. Fear of failure. Fear has been the self-inflicted setback to almost every attempt I make at progression in my art, in my health, in my knowledge. Lack of confidence, I believe, is not the cause... Continue Reading →

Bonfire

But step close to the towering flame and feel the skin of my arms...my face...begin to cook like one would imagine a spit-roasted pig to feel

Morning Fog

Tim swore quietly in the gloom of the house, following behind the silently marching border collie, excitedly tail-wagging its way towards the back door. It was that strange short period of morning, when the night sky first begins to give way to deep blue while the sun itself is still too far beyond the curve... Continue Reading →

Push It Along | On Writing

Writing a novel is not a one-shot sprint or even a marathon, it is not a non-stop achievement that must be pulled across the finish line at all costs. It is a journey, one that will have many rests and setbacks along the way as does any proper adventure.

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