Climatologies
Fiction, creative non-fiction, and soon to feature my first forays into avant punk. Be warned.
Cold Bitchin’
An oldie updated for my ’09 post-San Francisco bout with N1H1. Or Hansa Virus. Or Pig Virus. Or maybe it was just a cold.
…And All of God’s Creatures
A very early step toward the strange, circa 1990.
Bad Juju, pt. 1
Pt. 2 is about four years overdue; maybe someday.
Cutting Corners
Me at my silliest in 2002, doing my bloody best to make light of and rip on terrorism, shoddy standards, and the increasingly ridiculous corporate-America communication style in under an hour. If only one good thing came of this essay, it’s exactly 666 words long.
The Diner
An aborted start at what would’ve been a very curious surrealist novel; alas, back then my karma had a shrewd way of imploding across my face with alacritous frequency and searing accuracy. Co-written with Brenna Farmer.
Distilling
Long before Steve Irwin, an amalgam of my regular topics — weather, the ocean, storms, paranoia, fear, fury, the usual.
Fightclubbing
True story? Maybe just not yet….
Questions I
No idea when I began writing surrealist questions, but I’ve got an alarming number of them. One of my favorite automatic writing exercises.
wetmouthing.
An update of an obscure short piece; my avant/horror chops are only going to get stronger since I’ve discovered Eraserhead Press, so beware — this is the grisly tip of one freaky iceberg. [Grisly Tip...good name for a band. So's Freaky Iceberg.]
Snapping
Meet Elsie. She’s tight as a drum, red as the sun, and snapping like a happy spine. [Warning: Surreal unnerving adult content.]
