Power Bar, Under Bar: A Day is Made by a Simple Sign
A short tale of freelancing from coffee shops, times changing, and the plight of the mobile worker. Spoiler: their may be a happy ending.
Lucid Dream #J15-2014
One of three lucid dreams I’ve had in my life, one of two I can actually recall. You know, for anyone who cares what I’m dreaming about…
Outside of a Choir of Crickets, of Course
In the truly early morning, long before most alarm bells have the urge to ring and the only risen from…
When Winter Comes
We had spent the past Spring eliminating all of our worldly possessions save some clothes and a few tools necessary…
Computers Are Eating Your Children
Before I begin, let me assure you that I not only have a mug that clearly states I am the…
Maple on James, my Latest Novel
I have recently finished my second novel and am considering whether or not I want to try and go through…
Mantra Today
Having been blessed with such a short and singular lifespan, and all of the glory, amazement and uncertainty it provides,…
Time and Rain and all the Breakfast Burritos in Texas
Every one of these manage et trois mixer dancers falling from the sky is desperate to prove the law of…
A Story of a Possible Future
Mountain fever is a probability that one in 11 of us, beards extending past dirty plaid shirt collars, find all…