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Just a human being doing human being things.

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Blog · Essay · Nonfiction · Political
The Cost of (Electoral) College

Well, it's the end of 2019 and that means one thing for Americans; it's election season. Hurray. We get to look forward to a year muckraking, fear mongering, and good ole lying. I'm sure all of you are just tingling with excitement. In all seriousness, I'd like to give my thoughts on a topic that's…

Blog · Essay · Nonfiction
Kickstarting Your Kickstater

By now, everyone knows about Kickstarter (and similar crowdfunding services). These crowdfunding services are so ubiquitous that a simple Internet search for "Kickstarter" is going to yield pages and pages of results on how to set up, organize, and run your kickstarter. They'll list groups you can get in contact with, tell you to broadcast…

Fiction · Poetry
Screaming to be Heard

He bellowed until his lungs caught fire. He screamed to be heard. He demanded to be acknowledged.   It was his right. It was their obligation. It was the way the world worked.   But it didn't matter. It was everyone's right. It was everyone's obligation.   If he wouldn't listen, why would anyone else?

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Fantasy · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Heavy Handed Parable · Modern Fantasy
The Cuckoo

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!" The Cuckoo cried. His bright orange plumage flowed behind him, catching the sunlight just so. The people flocked to him, tripping over themselves to give him their riches. He'd grow fat on the wealth of faraway lands and promised to show the people his ways. Soon the riches of the people dwindled. Angry,…

Flash Fiction · Nonfiction
Night Dreams

We amble into the place just after 2:16 in the morning, like we always did, like we always had.  The florescent lights beam down on us, and a freshly mopped floor waits for us to trample dirt into the pale white linoleum.  Past the linoleum a puce carpet holds a crowded cluster of faux wooden…

Fantasy · Fiction · Short Story
The Darkness and The Light

I finally found her nailed to an oak.  It always amazes me what lengths humans will go through to torture one another.  Her blood and tears mixed together as they ran down her bare body, forming and reforming little rivulets, inlets and streams.  Near where the cold iron spikes drove themselves through her ankles and…

Essay · Fiction · Modern Fantasy
Quandry

One morning I woke up and needed eggs, not wanted eggs, or even had to have eggs, needed them.  It was as if eating eggs had suddenly become an integral part of my life; I needed to breath, drink water, sleep, and eat eggs.  I’d call it an addiction, but I’ve never been addicted to…