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New Year, Dead Mule   Leave a comment

Gosau, Upper Austria. Calvary chapel.

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Read my story, March to Sunday School in March, here

This story means a lot to me. It’s perhaps one of the most autobiographical things I’ve ever written. It’s based on a tradition I grew up with, attending church at Calvary Chapel. Every year, during the month of March, we’d go a little crazy, and have March to Sunday School in March. We’d have Bible drills, crazy hat day, relay races.  It was especially funny to watch some of the older deacons and church ladies, running around the pews, balancing an egg on a spoon, or a balloon between their knees. It reminded us that Christians don’t have to be stodgy, frowning folk, that God wanted us to have fun, too.

It was also something I missed, moving on, growing up. It was an example of the magic, the idealism of childhood, that I longed to get back, by any means possible. Especially when times get hard, and being an adult isn’t all its cracked up to be, making the hard decisions, having pain, both physical and emotional, thrust upon me.

May my story help you begin the new year on a hopeful note.  Enjoy.

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Inwood Indiana   Leave a comment

William Blake's The Body of Abel Found by Adam...

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You can read “Cain: A Life” and “Mother” here

You can buy a copy of Issue 2, Hawthorn Road here

I have been working on my first novel. Well, not a novel, really. Don’t think I have the attention span for a novel yet. Let’s call it a novella. It’s about Cain, son of Adam and Eve, cursed to walk the earth without rest for all of time. It’s also about the people he meets along the way in modern times, mostly in the midwest section of the United States, and how they react to meeting a man who keeps moving, has no moral code good or bad, possibly no soul, and no goals. Slowly witnessing his emptiness allows them to realize, and to fill, the emptiness in their own lives. It’s happy for them, sad for Cain, who must keep moving and has no idea about the good he has done.

I started writing Cain around the end of last year, but I’d had the idea in my head for quite some time. Unfortunately, I can only work on it from time to time, here and there, before life, or other ideas for other stories and poems, overtake it for awhile. I came to a standstill around the time that I was sending out a batch of work, and decided to send what I had so far out, in the hopes that seeing it in print might encourage Cain to emerge.

So, now that it’s out, I’m patiently waiting. If you get a chance to read it, and like it, please don’t be shy about letting me know. Likewise if you hate it. I want to know what you like as well as what you hate, both will help me out a lot in getting the other 90+ pages written.

Mother is a good scary poem, perfect for this time of year. Especially if you suffer from arachnophobia.

Enjoy!

 

The Battered Suitcase, 2009   Leave a comment

Ganesh festival in India

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I have always had a fascination for Indian culture. I love Bollywood films, Indian novels, Hinduism. A lifelong Christian, polytheism has always seemed exotic, mysterious. Of the Hindu gods, Ganesha has always been my favorite, human body with an elephant head, he physically embodied India to me.

So then why would I write the poor guy into a political satire?

I guess the simple answer was, no one had done it yet. It seemed so obvious to me, the elephant god who symbolizes tolerance and learning, sought after by the Republican party for all the wrong reasons.

I don’t usually write satire, but some of my favorite authors have been satirists.  I guess, sometimes, their influence rubs off on me.  For example, the other poem Battered Suitcase published of mine in 2009, “A Caution for Horny Wizards”, is not only a satirical quip on all things Harry Potter, it’s a mini homage to Terry Pratchett, and the witches and wizards of the Discworld.

Today, flex your creative muscles into the world of satire. Pull something into a world that is its complete opposite, turn a critical eye on that world. Have fun with it. I know I did.

 

Bull Spec   Leave a comment

Bill Hinzman as the cemetery zombie from Night...

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So yes, I do some speculative fiction here and there. In this case, I’ve got a zombie love poem, thought you won’t actually see the word “zombie” in the actual poem. This poem is all thanks to my favorite source of inspiration, Black and WTF, who at one point early in the year had a black and white photo of a nude woman on a settee, embracing a skeleton. Now, this skeleton was not looking at the woman, hunger in its hollow eyes, but I thought about why on earth a person would keep a rotting corpse around the house.  Not only around the house, but out in the open. And embrace it. Naked. The least disturbing idea was that the skeleton was indeed a zombie, one who at one point had been the woman’s lover, or husband. It was fun to write, fun to imagine…. from a safe distance of course. Ax at my side……..

Poor Mojo’s Almanac, Again   Leave a comment

Madam Satan

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Recently, Poor Mojo’s published a poem of mine, which I blogged about the other day, but in April they published some flash fiction of mine, titled “The Birth of Madam Satan“. It was another piece inspired by  photos I found on Black and WTF, one of nuns smoking cigarettes, another of a woman in a mask holding a sign that read “I Am Madam Satan”. I put them side by side as writing prompts for a flash challenge at Scrawl, and this is what I came up with. A tale of a good boy gone horribly wrong when his illusions on what it means to be good shatter. Just a tad different from what Cecil B. De Mille had in mind in his movie, but it still makes for a good story. I’m glad Poor Moho’s thought so too.

Seriously, if you haven’t checked out Black and WTF yet, I highly recommend it, if not for writing prompts, then for just plain fun!

Danse Macabre   Leave a comment

The Dance of Death (1493) by Michael Wolgemut,...

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Danse Macabre has to be one of the most beautiful online literary sites up and running today. Every issue is so well put together, with the art and the words. So, I was pleased as punch they published a poem of mine earlier this year called “The Feminine Mystique“.

The poem was based upon something my good friend and fellow poet Katie Moore, editor of the Legendary posted on Facebook once, how she almost “drank” a brown recluse that had slipped into her coffee cup. The image was so vivid to me, a self-proclaimed arachnaphobe, that I had to write about it.  I thought about what I thought of as Katie’s strengths, as well as those of some of my other favorite ladies who write, and wove a simple tale about the recycling of a spider corpse. A bit creepy, a bit empowering. It’s all good.

Tonight, take someone’s status update and weave a tale through it. Share it here, or share it on your friends’ wall. Create unlikely dialogue through the time-sucking device of social networking. Make Facebook work for you for once.