Fence
Wooden whore,
I bring you this easy
hard luck last chance
my best guess
a gold wrist watch
stolen with augers
my point made and driven
home with a nailgun.
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film poems and other things of mine online
I make film poems. I've screened them at festivals around the world.
Also, I sometimes write things and submit them to print and online journals.
Carrying the Blues...
Scrambled Transmission
Three Ways of the Saw
Two Poems
Arion Resigns
Rest Stop
Blood Sacrifice
My Suicide
Also, I sometimes write things and submit them to print and online journals.
Carrying the Blues...
Scrambled Transmission
Three Ways of the Saw
Two Poems
Arion Resigns
Rest Stop
Blood Sacrifice
My Suicide
lit-digital.com
I make digital interfaces for my poetry and fiction.
Poems and stories you can interact with, manipulate, tweak, and otherwise explode.
They currently live here and a few have been published online in The New River, which is archived by the Library of Congress
Poems and stories you can interact with, manipulate, tweak, and otherwise explode.
They currently live here and a few have been published online in The New River, which is archived by the Library of Congress
Three Ways of the Saw
Atticus Books, an indie press on the rise, published my collection of short stories, Three Ways of the Saw, on Leap Day 2012.
The good people over at Fiction Writers Review think you should read it.
They have a number of excellent titles available.
The press is also behind the Atticus Review, an online literary magazine that's been publishing exciting work by new and established writers and mixed media artists.
The good people over at Fiction Writers Review think you should read it.
They have a number of excellent titles available.
The press is also behind the Atticus Review, an online literary magazine that's been publishing exciting work by new and established writers and mixed media artists.
who?
- mull
- I write. I read. I play music. I behave accordingly. I weep at childish things. I loathe injustice. I'm not sure what justice is. I'm easily confused by numbers. I worry over the things I like to make up on the spot. I think letters are frozen insects, paper, a white amber. I think, therefore I am confused enough to like to mull things over.
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