My musing on mental health, writing, and life
"IN GOD WE TRUST, IN GUIDE WE TRUST", Graffiti in Mammoth Cave National Park, pre-park. Why am I focused on nightmares? The Nightmare Plague is my primary fiction series, focusing on teddy bears fighting unnatural nightmares. They cannot end regular nightmares, only ease the impact on the individual. I rarely have nightmares, at least that... Continue Reading →
Gamila walked through the press of bodies without being seen. Her presence was felt, though, just enough that no one made contact. There was a little awareness telling them that she was occupying space and she was avoided. The anonymity was a blessing while simultaneously increasing her loneliness. She could not recall the last time... Continue Reading →
When I began writing The Nightmare Plague, it was going to be a series of short stories or even novellas. Later I began to imagine a series of longer works, with Barnabus, Marley, and Bilal being the central characters of their respective books. There was also a thought I would have made progress towards this... Continue Reading →
The night was soft, gentle, easily lulling people to slumber, And yet, a rumble came through the distance, The sound swelled, as a great tide before crashing into the shore, What may have been thunder took on something less welcome, That of a multitude of horsemen, all too familiar to those whose ears it touched,... Continue Reading →
Voices Within He chose the blue paint. The color reminded him of their trip to the ocean. It wasn’t the vivid blue he expected, certainly not like that in the books he grew up with. But, on one day of clear weather, the sky was brilliant with shades of blue mixed with whites and grays,... Continue Reading →
The sky had barely darkened when the first crash of thunder rolled across the landscape. Moments later the rain began and quickly became a downpour. The small figure at the treeline remained motionless with head bowed, the sigh of resignation lost in the roar of the storm. Why is it always me that gets caught... Continue Reading →
Upstate New York was already chilly enough to require a substantial coat, but the man walking through the door was wearing a light, fleece coat. People stared in confusion, which quickly turned to shock. None present heard a vehicle pull up, much less drive away. He slipped a backpack strap off one shoulder, walked to... Continue Reading →
The woman had been exhausted for days, ever since the birth of her child. The old women had been robbing the mother and child of sleep with their constant chattering. They kept the lights on throughout the night and day, hovering over the pair in the bed. They declared that, for the safety of mother... Continue Reading →
Quiet Dreams 