71 – Prairie Arsonist

My stories are often accumulations of images and characters, because one of the ways I amuse myself and torment others is by trying to combine incompatible concepts and ideas. This is one of the earliest images that spawned what’s become Bluebird: a dream I had years ago about a girl running ahead of a tidal …

70 – Immersion

Wishful daydreaming about sinking into the earth. When I’m stressed, I imagine water running through my body, through my brain, cooling all the wrinkled, throbbing lobes, washing all the toxins out. Sometimes it helps. I want to get down on my hands and knees,feel the earth between my fingers sink in,clots of soil penetrating the …

69 – Anam Cara

A patient reader over time will notice my tendency to refer to a specific “her” in a specific way. She’s a motif that pops up in my writing quite a lot. She’s also a real person, and that’s why I don’t talk about her a whole lot… because I don’t want to hurt her. It’s …

68 – Remain

I’m trying to be still. I’m not quite sure what I mean by that, but I’m going to feel my way toward it here, if you’ll hold my hand and bear with me. We’ll get there. I’m not one of those people who can’t be convinced they’re wrong. As a people-pleasing perfectionist, I tend to …

67 – The Curious Ones

Today is my birthday! I’m as old as Jesus now. Not quite ready for martyrdom yet – you’ll be the first to know! Mostly I spent the day running errands, which isn’t as dreary as it sounds; I find errands pleasant most of the time. I wear my headphones and just bop along in my …

66 – Parsecs Out to Sea

A person on Medium is fishing for poets, and is wise enough to know that words are the best bait. I like this. It’s daring, and vulnerable, and sweetly fatalistic. I don’t usually pick up on this kind of overture, on the rare occasions when they come my way – I’m usually the kid tuning …

65 – Saturated

Some free associating around sensory images from growing up in the desert. I spent a lot of time outside when I wasn’t confined to my room, because being at home generally sucked, and I remember many long hours just wandering the streets of Tucson, walking into construction sites and washes and under bridges, taking pictures, …

64 – Revelation

I think this probably relates to Sects in some way – that’s the only story I have in which the Christian god might reasonably appear. It’s indicative of my predilections that “something about gods dying” could fit into any of three different projects I’ve got on at the moment. The distinctions are more a matter …

63 – Cold Cuts

At least once a day, I find a reason to end a sentence with, “…but then, I’m a bad person.” I grew up with the internet and the dark web both, and once upon a time thought it made me a Cool Chickā„¢ to put up with the guys I knew sending me gore porn …