The folks over at Wicked Horror have turned out a really good review of Midian Unmade. The book releases this coming Tuesday, July 28. Be sure to pick up your copy then, but in the meantime, enjoy the kind words from Wicked Horror: Wicked Horror Review of Midian Unmade
On Muses
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." - Hunter S. Thompson A chill washed over him, like icy fingers dancing their way up and down his spine, followed by a sudden emptiness. It was like... Continue Reading →
abstraction
love has no leave we fly down in velvet dreams and thirst with the sky under brilliant song living out of wild bodied trees
The Journey
I refuse to let death be my life, for it is the only one that I have; I'll not worry about the end of my path, it will come soon enough, and getting there is the fun part.
Rebellion
Here where the only shadows cast are those we create, with only the weight of the world upon our shoulders, heaven still seems so far away, lost against the backdrop of yesterday's dreams as they're held hostage by tomorrow's tragedies; I'm reminded that the war between the heart and soul is nothing more than the... Continue Reading →
death of expression
I am not my words but they are all I have left of me.
The Vigil
“In nomine Patri, et Fili, et Spiritu Sancti – “ The candles on the altar flickered and went out. No breeze, no gust of wind, no outside interference of any kind. Just like that, out. A heavy darkness blanketed the chapel, leaving the praying priest clutching his rosary in what now seemed like a stagnant... Continue Reading →
1060 W Addison
It was a train ride, a journey from sky to earth to sky and back again bound for a tomorrow becoming yesterday and another page in a book that only we would read. It was a day on a rooftop in the wind in April, cheeks rosy and chapped, the sun veiled in grey that... Continue Reading →
7/7/15
...and in the end, there were only echoes of words said and unsaid, things done and undone, and hope left to die all alone; reaching out to a heaven that didn't want me I found a hell that I created and the passing of my soul...