My book The Lonely Children of New York is free today! Please download and share. An early Christmas present from Phoenix.
My article for Lost in the Funhouse, about the split self and Teen Wolf, is now live. Check it out!
I enjoy the show, Teen Wolf. Watching the show and becoming a fan was actually an accident, a strange mis-recollection of (past) memory. Basically what happened was, it was about the time that the show had premiered, and I was watching it, as I was suffering severely from mental illness. I remember having delusions about what this meant, but as time went on, I forgot about the show. But then years later, I was browsing the collection of my local library, and I stumbled upon the show, and I had to watch it because it held intrigue for me. What kinds of shows were playing when I was really sick?
I wasn’t too impressed with the first season, honestly, but the show was interesting enough for me to continue watching it. I’m really glad that I did. By the time that I got to season two…
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Free download of my poetry book Torque today.
My poetry book Torque will be free for Kindle starting on the 6th of December, running for five days until the tenth.
My experimental poetry book Torque, the third book of poetry I ever wrote, is now available for Kindle. Check it out!
All right! A break from the bananas! Got something else I need to talk about!
With all the attention my short story collection Not Quite so Stories got recently, including winning the 2017 Nebraska Book Award for anthology, I realized I haven’t been promoting Apocalypse All the Time enough. To begin to remedy that, I’m going to give away 6 signed copies to commemorate the one year anniversary of the release date. Runs the month of December.
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My book Exhaustion is free for download today, which you can find on the link. In the meantime, here’s an excerpt from the book.
I think of all the hateful things that people who are gay have gone through. I think about all the people who are gay that have been persecuted by churches and bigots and people who hate gays. I think of all the cruel jokes that a homosexual might hear in their lifetime. But, I’m a street kid. I’m a street kid that nobody has ever heard of and nobody will ever hear of, because I am essentially nothing to the world. Ergo, why the hell would they care about my sexual preference? If God was so hospitable to put me in this street life, in this down-on-my-luck position, in so low a position, why would he care what I do, what I believe in, who I like and who I love? Why would any of that matter? If I’m a street kid, it means that I don’t have any rights. It means that people don’t give a shit about what happens to me. So why should they care about what I believe? Why should they care about my liking for Rafael? It’s really none of their concern, using their own logic. If they could care less about my existence on the street …
Well, anyway. I won’t bludgeon you to death with that. But it’s true. I’m just a street kid, meaning that everything I do is null in the social world, in the real world. Nothing I do matters. I’m nothing, really, when it all comes down to it. God’s too busy tending to the rich corporate thieves that he doesn’t have time for a lowly street kid that has a slight crush on his best friend, Rafael. It’s nothing personal, but it’s certainly the irony of our existence. If God actually cared about me, I wouldn’t be a street kid to begin with. God probably doesn’t even exist, anyway.