I am nearly 3,000 miles away from home. I get homesick and I have all these crazy stories about back home that pop in my head. Some are good, some are ridiculous, some are shareable. Those I want to share are ending up here in this book, “No Name.” Then I started reading a very powerful book about a 10 year old girl hooked on heroin named “Milk-Blood” by Mark Matthews, and it really hit me. I have a story like that, but it’s true and it’s mine and it’s time to tell it.Read More
Bel stood in front of me, the white fire all gone out. An ash-gray cloak, hood covering his blue crystal curls. He had a Grandfather Gandalf grizzle to him. Cerulean pools for eyes, sharp beak of a nose. Missing a few teeth. Constantly chewed on the end of a stogie. But it was the beard that got me, a greasy lapis lazuli beard grown long. Made from actual clusters of this lustrous blue stone.Read More
Last night I got super excited and inspired because I finally was going to take the time and energy to work on some cover art for my story. I hopped on Canva and checked out the many, Many covers. Combining these inspirations and my desire for a neon Nineties with an updated feel, I came up with some samples, until…Voila! I am loving the entire story this cover tells, and when you read the story, you’ll hopefully be able to “read” the cover, too!Read More
When the white hoods walked in, the overhanging fluorescent bulbs buzzed flamboyant. Cocksure in their coverings. Concealed completely, no one could make out enough to identify these community members outright.
Whispers, nudges, grins, and nods coursed through the crowd like salt sinking in white rice. Even if someone knew someone was a clansmen for certain, they would never tell it.Read More
Next I got taken to an allergy specialist. If the bronchitis wouldn’t go away on its own, surely something else is wrong that’s causing it, the doctors all said. My breathing must have been as bad as that 40-year-old smoker’s lungs I stole when I was born….Read More
This is not your mommy’s “Friends” or “Full House,” Not unless you inject those with racists and thieves, religious fanatics and the biggest horror of them all, the US foster care system….Read More
I was drinking codeine long before Lil’ Wayne. I was seven when I first started sipping the sizzurp. The problem was my bronchitis. I coughed too much, too loud, too long at night. Aunt, “You will call me Mom now,” (but I always called her Aunt, or rather Ain’t, anyway) told the doctors she wouldn’t leave without it.Read More