I’ve been painting with watercolors recently.

I love the murkiness of medium. I love how a concentrated dab of color can bloom within the water and becomes diluted as it spreads. It expands into its own form within the confines of the water. Much like how an idea for a novel expands and wanders off to become something not entirely expected as you write it. Yet you somehow keep it within the confines of a proper story arch.


Poem: Torture


I hope it wasn’t torture reading that poem. I have a few similar pieces that I wrote many years ago–I had hoped to gather them all up, write a few new ones, and publish a book of whimsical and demented children’s poetry similar to Shel and Seuss. Hey, maybe one of these days.