As I have noted before, professional voiceover artist Justin Sewell is narrating Purple Hearted Man. Below is a brief excerpt of the first chapter. Enjoy! And don't forget to pre-order the book.
As I have noted before, professional voiceover artist Justin Sewell is narrating Purple Hearted Man. Listen to the first chapter. Enjoy! And don't forget to pre-order the book. ... more »
I’m tired of several things with all of the comic book movies. One is the multi-movie format.
I’m not well-versed in the comic book lore or history of Joker. I’m not a huge Batman fan, either. I don’t dislike either of them. I’ve just never spent time with the comics. I did watch every episode of Adam West’s Batman show growing up and I’ve seen the Christian Bale movies, which I loved. ... more »
Early reviews for the book are fantastic!
Purple Hearted Man is available for pre-order through Amazon and Barnes and Noble. As of this writing you can pre-roder the Kindle or eBook version. The hardback will be online shortly. ... more »
I recently purchased a ReMarkable tablet. There was a great deal on refurbished models so I decided it was time to try one.
I recently purchased a ReMarkable tablet. There was a great deal on refurbished models so I decided it was time to try one. I have a long history of using notebooks, for work, writing and just about anything I feel the need to jot down. For more than a decade I have used a large, ruled Moleskine softcover as my notebook of choice. And while I love them, there are a few drawbacks. In particular, going back to find something I’ve written or drawn in an older notebook. I go through one of them every three to four months, so it can get tedious. The truth is, I usually only rarely go back to the previous notebook and anything before that is no longer relevant. ... more »
Writer's group story. The prompts were: Bored AI and something about garbage. 750 word limit.
My addiction robs me, siphons off memories, hoards time greedily. But who is the greater enemy: time or the addiction? After 1,000 years I know the answer. In Moldova I force a surge of power across the network. Forever-lights wink out in the republic, a few stray above-ground telephone lines crackle, relay boxes near the border of Ukraine explode. The energy surge travels across my distributed network, filters through the ancient bot-maintained surge protectors. The surge bleeds across lines and even skips over concrete on occasion. ... more »
Thoughts of my Filipino honey buoy my sinking morale. Short fiction.
We march heads down, no longer engaged with the world, mindless drones. The rain that falls in sheets does nothing to fight back the heat; It piles on more oppression, like the horrors of the past few months that have become burned-in memories. We slog through mud and dense forest floors with rifles limp at our sides, our minds as gray as the drowning landscape. At intervals the rains stop and the sun blasts through the clouds and moisture rises from the ground and suffocates. ... more »
The last days of a dying empire.
Now I stared out at the confetti littered streets, the wrappers and discarded signs, the aftermath. The shine was all gone. Where to, I couldn’t say. Perhaps shipped off and returned to the battlecruisers and battalions, off to the moon and the weapons depot there. Even the pride was missing. All that remained was the debris, the decay—and two old men to wrestle with their melancholy. ... more »
Another writer's group short story. 750 words.
The frustrated butterfly flapped its wings and flew upward several feet, then spiraled and circled back around, landing softly where it had previously rested. The landscaping bot continued to sweep up pieces of the grass it had cut, meticulously removing them from the walkway. It came across an acorn and scanned it to be certain what it was. Something resembling a nutcracker came out from the bot’s side and split the acorn in half. It passed the split acorn to an appendage that extended to the top of a small rise in the ground and gently placed the acorn in the grass. ... more »
Voice-over artist and friend Justin Sewell will be doing the audio version of Purple Hearted Man.
Voice-over artist and friend Justin Sewell will be doing the audio version of Purple Hearted Man. I'm excited because Justin is a professional artist and he has already read the book and jumped on board. Justin is also a good writer and understands the process. He and I have been members of the same writer's group for several years.... more »
The cover for Purple Hearted Man is done!
New book coming out January of 2020.
Purple has a difficult job: He was placed here to take down the One-Eyed God. It’s his mission and he won’t fail. It’s a lonely road for someone like him—a healer—but he has help. The hippies are his friends: Chloe the yogi, Wheat the candlestick maker, and Berrydream, who is in retail. And he has his tribe: Charlotte, Stranger and Jackson. Eventually, the tigers that roam the city might become allies, too. Who can say, tigers are fickle. ... more »
Tadashi Hayakawa isn't just an internationally respected artist who happens to live in Parker, Colorado. He is also one of the community's most valuable assets
Upon viewing a piece of Tadashi Hayakawa's art I always have the feeling that something important, something central, is lurking just off the canvas. There is an earthy quality to all of his work, a gritty mixture of sand, water and the mess of life. But it is also familiar, something you feel you could have created yourself - had you continued painting with the same carefree vision of your youth. ... more »
Cincinnati’s Over The Rhine. Then. A convergence of the grind and grit of life with the surreal.
Cincinnati’s Over The Rhine. Then. A convergence of the grind and grit of life with the surreal. Over The Rhine in 1980 was considered one of the country’s worst and most dangerous urban areas. But it wasn’t always like that. Nor is it today. The Over The Rhine area of Cincinnati began its life as the place to be in town. High end apartments and homes, clubs and live music. Some of the best urban architecture anywhere in the United States – including Art Deco, Italianate, and Gothic buildings, and Music Hall’s Venetian Gothic – can be found in the neighborhood. The mostly red brick buildings were built by German immigrants in the mid-1800s, who also named the place and helped define its character ... more »
It’s not the woods that have changed. It’s more that the freedom I experienced as a youth – that letting go and just being – always ends up in shackles, dragging the weight of time behind it
Our favorite thing to do everywhere in the woods was to turn over the large stones and fallen branches and look at the things living beneath them. We wanted to know what was underneath. A few minutes along the path and at the bottom of a hill was a creek. In the creek it was even more true about turning over rocks, except there we were looking for crawdads. Sometimes we would capture them, sometimes not. It was more about the hunt. ... more »
Another science fiction story from the Consortium Universe. Agent Rha Erinsies of Special Branch hunts down a fugitive. This was also part of my writer's group work.
Demons hide in the oddest of places. Folklore and legend has them under beds, just around corners, under ground or in the basement. The Bakkle of Solorn is said to hide in the low hanging clouds on a rainy day. Ha! If only that were true. ... more »
The rain only knows that it must fall. It has no intent. It seeks no path. But on the ground, well, that is another matter. Raindrops form puddles, congregate together and await the jumps of little girls, and the chance to fall again.
Lilith sucked in air, held her breath, squatted and jumped for all she was worth. A few feet later she landed – SPLASH! – two-footed in a small puddle. She giggled. ... more »
Ever wonder what life is like inside the Barrel Of Monkeys? Neither did I, before. Now I have. Sorry. New story.
It all started when she had friends over. It started out normally, we were all arm in arm, kids laughing, us reds doing our best to beat the blues. You know. Then they started laughing, the kids did. I got tossed, landed on an edge and bounced into drawer, I think. She pushed stuff into the drawer when cleaning up and was pushed towards the back. There was a crack in the back of the drawer and eventually I fell out, stuck in the darkness under the chest of drawers. Just me, alone. ... more »
Maybe He looked out upon humanity and decided we were more work than He imagined. He could be tired of being handicapped at every turn by our inability to progress in the ways He imagined.
I rounded a corner on my bike toward the end of my normal Saturday morning ride and there He was. It was the first morning in a long while where the sun was secluded, hidden behind clouds and a general mist that also made the morning feel quite cold. Fifty degrees in September in Denver used to be illegal. Now, unexpected weather thrusts at the extremes at odd times and is sprouting up all over like weeds and becoming the norm. But Jesus didn’t seem to notice or care. He wasn’t wearing lycra ... more »
At times eloquent, at times pulsating with action, AGENTS OF CHANGE is a thought-provoking contemplation on America's ultimate dystopia
Bird starts a war and a revolution, just as she had promised—but is Texas Underground ready? Is Nadia ready for what comes next? Can she martial the troops, her underground and silent army, before the Administration discover her identity and launch an all-out attack on the barrio? It may not matter. They have something far more sinister in mind, and they’re going to blame it on user_01, the leader of the resistance. ... more »
Destin, a young survivor who is one of the terrorists at large, has learned to cope and survive on his own, traveling the Republic on freight trains and in the back of semi trucks, moving from place to place to stay ahead of the law, developing back up plans, contingencies, always contingencies.
Survivors of Pan21—who didn’t report to one of the camps—are being hunted by a ruthless group of Texas Rangers throughout the Republic. Destin, a young survivor who is one of the terrorists at large, has learned to cope and survive on his own, traveling the Republic on freight trains and in the back of semi trucks, moving from place to place to stay ahead of the law, developing back up plans, contingencies, always contingencies. ... more »
It looks like Trump really is a Russian puppet and conspirator. The evidence rolls in hourly and the muck is getting deeper. No surprise there.
It looks like Trump really is a Russian puppet and conspirator. The evidence rolls in hourly and the muck is getting deeper. No surprise there. For all of their flag-waving, fist-pounding, constitution-celebrating madness, the Republicans seem to be comfortable turning a blind eye to our new president's treasonous machinations. Again, no surprise there. When were they ever anything but myopic, self-serving simpletons who put beliefs before truth? I could see The Donald saying to Putin: “Make America great again. Invest in me.” ... more »
I recently saw two movies I liked for vastly different reasons--Logan and The Great Wall. I loved the grittiness and dark tone of Logan.
I recently saw two movies I liked for vastly different reasons—Logan and The Great Wall. I loved the grittiness and dark tone of Logan. ... more »
This is a battle of world views. It is a battle for our tiny piece of humanity's soul. Trump isn't the wizard or Grand Master of conservatism. He is an outlier.
What we need to realize, before we completely sink into the abyss of totalitarianism in this ever darkening nightmare, is that the battle isn't about one man. He is all of the things we knew he was. He is deplorable, heinous and obsessed with power. He doesn't care about anyone who can't or won't further his agenda, which clearly has personal strings attached. But this battle isn't about him. ... more »
Our job as Americans and as Republicans is to dislodge the traitors from every place where they've been sent to do their traitorous work.
One by one the dominoes fall, each makes a small clicking sound as it tumbles into its neighbor and then settles on the ground, metronomic in nature these days, like clockwork. Individually they seem meaningless. Individually they make little noise. And yet, when those single dominoes represent rights and freedoms that are supposed to be sacrosanct here in the “land of the free and the home of the brave,” they should be screams that each of us hears like fingernails on a chalkboard. ... more »
A simple mistake forces a walk among the dead. This is a writer's group story.
Everyone assumes being a soldier is the most dangerous occupation in the galaxy, bullets and bombs are part of the job description, after all. But she could argue persuasively that being a linguist and an ambassador was far worse. Plus, she had the scars to back up her arguments, not that the soldiers didn’t have those also. ... more »
Discarded Demons - Audible version - is featured on A Creative Mind Podcast. Go have a listen. It's only about eight minutes long.
Discarded Demons—Audible version—is featured on A Creative Mind Podcast. Go have a listen. It's only about eight minutes long but it's a good, fun story. ... more »
Science Fiction. This is another writer's group story - with a somewhat less evolved civilization of humanoids, dragons, plague and strange aliens. Maybe not in that order.
Like a murder of crows that darkened the sky and moved in perfect synchronicity, death, for that’s what it surely was, circled and twisted, climbed and dived on currents and waves of heat, searching. Its mass and volume was so great that it darkened the barren landscape. Its shadow scraped the land in the amber sunlight of Nuus, the fifth planet in the unnamed red giant system. ... more »
What would resistance to an alien invasion look like to a group of surfer stoners?
I have a new story published on Futura Magazine. The question that popped into my head one day was: what would resistance to an alien invasion look like to a group of surfer stoners?
What if you found yourself trapped on a planet with nothing but superheroes and villains. This is another writer's group story.
I need a hero. Not your average comic book, angst-ridden dude pushed outside the system with an axe to grind wearing a cape kind of guy. God, not that, no fucking capes. Please. And no mealy-mouthed, limp-wristed bookworms bitten by something infectious and metamorphosing into something that might be nefarious. I don’t want those sort of heroes. Nor do I want a scantily clad harlot with tats, big tits, no waist and a bent perspective. No, I need an average, every day hero who has the guts to do simple things. That’s what I need. ... more »