Freak Night: A Poem

Freak Night: A Poem

Ever since I saw Tod Browning’s Freaks (1931), I’ve had a sort of nightmarish fascination with that kind of sick, sideshow horror. It doesn’t help that my friend Kirk Whitham is obsessed with midgets. But it was that movie that cemented my own...
A Taste for Speed

A Taste for Speed

I have a thing for haikus. And burgers. And Subaru WRXs. I owned a WRX in the early part of this century and had a blast with it. Driving the Colorado backroads was spectacularly fun. I miss those days. Sigh. Anyway, I won a contest that was uniquely targeted to my...
Haiku Noir

Haiku Noir

Here’s a fun piece I did a while back, while writing The Naked Dame. I used this series of connective or narrative haikus as warmup toward writing the clipped prose of that novel. You can consider this a prelude to the novel, or at least a mini-story that takes...
Freak Night: A Poem

Giving Life: A Poem

Sometimes I like to explore the empowerment of children in situations where the odds are otherwise stacked against them. In this case, I went for the typical “abusive father” scenario and added a little vengeful magic to it. (This poem is at least...
Freak Night: A Poem

The Reading: A Poem

There’s something uniquely odd about reading your creative work directly from the page to a gathered audience. You’re sharing something you’ve probably written in solitude, in silence; it may even be intensely personal, particularly in the case of...
Haiku Noir

Geek: A Haiku

Ah, the haiku. That ancient form of succinct phrase poetry, juxtaposing images or ideas, punctuated with syllabic constriction and line breaks, adhering strictly to the 5-7-5 structure.  It is the yearning for revelation shared by author and reader. I hope to share a...