Three Poems at The Blue Hour

Many thanks to the lovely ladies of the Blue Hour for picking up these poems. They’re all a bit wayward and sad, what with having been written during some wayward and sad times. Happy September, kids. Peace, Love and Starbursts, Ally

Special Prize if you Find the Cure Reference in this Post

I started a new project that requires absolutely no creative output on my term but fills my need to be doing something “interesting” and “project-y” I’m listening to all the music on my ipod in album order. Feel free to unfollow this blog. I am, in fact, that boring. But before you do, here’s the… Continue reading Special Prize if you Find the Cure Reference in this Post

Marble Soul

Hi all. I’m so happy to announce that Medulla Review is alive and kicking again! They used to have whole issues but now have gone for a more come-and-get-it chow time approach. I missed them while they were gone and I’m so glad they’re back and that I have a story up right now. Be sure… Continue reading Marble Soul

I HATE THIS BOOK WITH THE BURNING STENCH OF A GARBAGE FIRE

DISCLAIMER: (Everything I’m going to say here is much better said here by Chuck Wendig (Hey at least I’m honest.)) I’m revising. Have I mentioned that I’m revising? Cause I am. And by revising, I mean, I’m pulling the broken spine out of a disgruntled hemorrhoid riddled gorilla and re-assembling it with legos. While he’s sleeping.… Continue reading I HATE THIS BOOK WITH THE BURNING STENCH OF A GARBAGE FIRE