And I Write

Some deeply personal rambling poetry for an early Halloween... because the scariest thing to be is honest. "Pain in the Neck" My...

 As I've continued writing on "The Yaak House" I have realized that I would do well to put my works of macabre horror on a blo...

Good news, good news! The number of siblings I have in my life has gone up to three! There's my sister, and I've written and read...

It feels wrong to call this tale mine, visceral, angry, sad. Worse, it is drawn from the experiences too many have had. You are a cell, you ...

To my teenage self, in the early years, 15,16, 17; it's going to be okay, you're going to survive. You'll be battered and bruise...

This was originally not supposed to be something for the blog, but it feeds the fire in me where the matter of dinner table criminals are in...

Now for some art, namely of the Tchotchke. The pronunciation is as weird as the name, Cha-ch-ka. The Tchotchke are a creature from my scien...