A timid family of Blind Sniffers, taking turns sniffing a daisy. Notice their color-shifting camouflage, which, apart from their incredible sense of smell, is their most essential defense against predators. Sniffer steaks are best served with citrus, as they can taste quite gamey.
Eponine talks about my book. I’m gonna cry. Being respected by writers I respect cracks the shell of my crusty shriveled heart.
via A Mad Dash and the Value of Fantasy
This one was almost too random to share (I have a lot of poems tucked away that are too random to share) but I kind of liked it so, brace yourself, because here it is. It’s got the rhythm of a slam poem.
Starting to fall through the
And I can feel the changes coming
Hasn’t got wonder
There are monsters here
Things looking queer
An animal drinking a beer
An over involved
Marry me sir
I have to see
What this land can do to me
I want to live
Of this headfuck
We can do it together
Together you can pull me
Life isn’t supposed to be
A sleeper city
With sleeper people
We need release
We need to be free
But he won’t believe in us
When we ask him to help
He cries a single tear
And walks away
This hurts me more than it hurts you, he says
And we bleed
We bleed bleed bleed
We planted a seed
And it’s come to fruition
This is our reality now
We contrived it
Now we have to
Hey kids! Shameless promo here: my book doesn’t suck.
Dark fantasy. It’s got monsters, blood n guts, good friends, terrible enemies, swordfights, adventure, psychic powers. You know you’re curious. You like my writing, right? So why wouldn’t you like the book? It’s lots of fun, with just the right amount of fucked-up. I’ve had a smattering of reviews so far, all positive.
On Itunes… here? Not sure because I have a PC, but you can at least use this as a starting point:
On Barnes and Noble:
I am insanely grateful to anyone who buys it. If you leave a review (preferably a kind one) I will have big puppy eyes for you. And if you leave an unkind review, I will go walleyed and wander off a cliff. Just kidding. I’m already walleyed just from bringing attention to myself. < _ >
I’m getting impatient with work again. It’s driving me to further myself creatively. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to just stay home and write all day, every day…
Maximum love and minimum crazy,
I think there are giants outside
Trees with frozen fingers drag their unfeeling claws over my roof
Something clatters, rattles bangs.
The freezing rain has brought them.
Weather carries monsters in its wake.
When humans stay fearfully inside their homes,
Creatures of fancy cavort in the open air.