I’m too late for the uprising. It’s all over… the quivering undead bodies twitching all around, their brains already blown out. The air is full…
Too late, too late…
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Adventures of a Gonzo Journalist
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I’m too late for the uprising. It’s all over… the quivering undead bodies twitching all around, their brains already blown out. The air is full…
Posted in Life, and Words Words Words
I wrote a little rant about a oft-repeated bit of nonsense over on Words Words Words. Also you might enjoy this awesome photo of me,…
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Reesa and I have left the Slutbarn behind and, along with my punalua, moved into the new Dream Café. The house is lovely — a…
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This Flipside was one of the most personally difficult for me yet, but at the same time I am moved and amazed by what a…
Posted in Other Writing, and Published
Last year I attended the first Arse Elektronika, organized by Monochrom and held in San Francisco. I had a fantastic time and learned a lot…
My poem, “a 24th-century reflection on emptiness,” has been published by Aberrant Dreams. You can read it here. I’m really pleased to be published in…