The Terrible Reader

The pages are too long. The words spread out. The words slip out. The words move through the brain and … More

How I Lose My Self (Post #403)

My self is an onion. Concise layering but unevenly designed. Also stings the eyes when opened up. Sweet, sour, spicy, … More

I was sitting in a café this morning reading a book that threatened the more rational sides of my brain. … More

There are more books that I want to read than I can stand to think about. A mass graveyard of … More

It seems like forever that I have been trying to write a novel. For as long as I can remember … More

I know that there are chains. I can feel them and here them and at times I can taste them. … More

I used to love sitting alone in a chair and reading a good book. Nothing brought me greater pleasure. I … More

Every word I write you can eat. The point of my published works has always been to appease my readers … More