I’ve written a lot of reviews and critiques. Books. Movies. Employee evaluations. Employer evaluations. Submissions to a writers’ group I was in. Long ago I…

“Bloodroot, nightshade, pond scum, a live tadpole, and fresh guano. Put into a large kettle with two quarts of fetid rainwater and heat while intoning…

This entire story already exists, but you are only experiencing it one word at a time as you move forward through it. You could, if…

I wasn’t expecting anything. Yet, there it was. The unmistakable drone of the … well … drone dropping a package on the front stoop. I…

“This was a mistake,” yelled Dave as he stared out the window at the dark, lurching shapes gathering even faster than the gloomy clouds on…

I thought that I would never see A fight regarding poetry. Life can venture nothing worse, Than fisticuffs o’er flowing verse. * If poems be…

“Wake up, dude.” “Huh? Where are we? What’s going on?” “Jesus, Cam, you’re a hard sleeper. Or maybe you had too many of those magic…

A Vintage Blog Post About Writing and Attention Spans Now, I’m not a writer for television (though I’m available–call me, really), but I’m an avid…

Polina leaned over the soldier’s body and turned her cheek so that it almost touched his nose. She felt a slight quiver of air. “I…

Energy surged through his sinews as he ran effortlessly through the shadow-splashed night, metal-banded legs stretching and springing as they churned the decaying detritus of…