ode to a decade of art (or, i wish i could push rewind)

ten years ago i took up the knife held it to my eye and with a flick felt it cut; just a trickle and a speck, though and the city barely felt it but it was reddish-blue, a royal hue (though lacking you) and i cut again, and often. four-score and seven years ago minus…

Good Jazz

The way to tell good jazz is that you don’t notice him till the song’s ‘most over. Good jazz sneaks up behind you and pulls down your shorts and then drinks your beer when you to turn to see what’s happening. You stumble and fall, wondering who did the dirty deed, and you look back,…

Writing Prompt: 10 September 2016

Here’s today’s Writing Prompt: Background: A 2016 study has found that Acetaminophen (also called Paracetamol outside of the U.S.) the main ingredient in Tylenol and about 600 other drugs, not only reduces pain, but also reduces empathy for the pain in others. Prompt: There is a global epidemic of a new, virulent flu strain, for…

Drumpfing on the U.S.A

This was always meant to be my writing (only) blog, but since I’ve spent my time writing and not marketing, there’s been nothing to post here. However, I’ve come to realize that writer isn’t my occupation, it’s my identity. I write because I have a boatload of things to say irrespective of whether anyone wants…

Up There, Somewhere

So, I’m reworking my science fiction novel, which I will try to get published (one day) via the traditional publishing model (assuming I can find one open to some LGBT lead characters). I’ve started at the beginning, and am re-imagining my book as the movie it needs to be. As such, the opening needs to…

T’ree A.M.

It t’ree a.m. High I&I rakkle and roll, swing an’ sway, irie feelins t’ru de day. Night-a call, me sess a-blow, rakkle me brain now don’ cha know. It t’ree a.m., me reggae flow, bounce ‘pon de train an’ mek we go. T’ru dem tunnel, out de side, down we block, so me can hide….

Handful of Blues

Monday Night is blues Night so I wrote you a song that go something like dis. I was born with the blues in my hand. I thought it was a flesh axe, but it was a silent guitar that only played one note. If you’d been there, I’d have sung it for you, but I…

Chief Injustice John Roberts: On the Wrong Side of History

In 1967, after a unanimous (9-0) decision to forbid states from restricting marriage among people of different races, U.S. Supreme Court Chief Justice Earl Warren wrote: “Under our Constitution, the freedom to marry, or not marry, a person of another race resides with the individual, and cannot be infringed by the State.” In 2015, in…

Ajay Rogers and the Vampire Bunnies, Part 2

Experimentation Log – 26 October – Rabbit Study, Ajay Rogers, Just a Kid First of all, it’s not my fault. I was just trying to make the rabbits tamer. It’s not my fault I can understand what they’re thinking. So, when Charlie first started catching the rabbits, I thought if I mixed them with normal…

Ajay Rogers and the Vampire Bunnies

Experimentation Log – 6 October – Rabbit Study, Ajay Rogers, Chief Scientist These stupid vampire bunnies are freaking me out a little. So, like, Rocky has always been kind of weird. Robin says he acts more like a coyote than a rabbit. I think he’s more like a little grizzly bear. He’s not afraid of…

Surviving a Lousy Childhood

I published a version of this on this blog before, but it’s been 3 years and most of the people who read my blog probably never saw it. So here’s a reprise. My childhood sucked. Now I will grant you that many people believe their childhoods were miserable; however, few of us born in the…

Raining Love

He’d changed from the khaki pants and crisply creased button-down shirt he’d worn before and instead, wore a pair of jeans, the only other clothing he had since his beautiful suit had been ruined. Atop his deep, chocolate, rippling chest with the small dragon tattoo, he wore what I called a white vest, but which…