for breathing:
layers are needed, and caution.
From the quiet inside,
words arrive painfully
like babies
squalling in the cold air.
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a poem is never finished, only abandoned. [paul valéry]
about
I'm a writer living in Colorado. I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry, and music. I'm working on a novel about identity, heroes and rock & roll.
I'm interested in new, virtually-enabled, interactive forms of storytelling. If you're a visual artist +/or have technical web skills and like art/literature, please find me here or here, and we can make some things.
I'm interested in new, virtually-enabled, interactive forms of storytelling. If you're a visual artist +/or have technical web skills and like art/literature, please find me here or here, and we can make some things.
longer things
Homemade (thickjam/Feb 2012)
Why I’ll Never Comment On Your Facebook Status (Thought Catalog/Dec 2011)
Bite (Flashquake/Fall 2011/p.44)
Why We Would Like to Love the Rain, But Cannot (Thought Catalog/April 2011)
more fiction
more nonfiction
Why I’ll Never Comment On Your Facebook Status (Thought Catalog/Dec 2011)
Bite (Flashquake/Fall 2011/p.44)
Why We Would Like to Love the Rain, But Cannot (Thought Catalog/April 2011)
more fiction
more nonfiction
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