Internal Geography

Thank you to everyone reading from more than fifty countries. This blog has always been about the inner world — the storms, the deserts, the caves, the oceans we carry inside us. Wherever you’re reading from, I invite you to walk these inner landscapes with me and share in the journey they reveal. If you’ve…

Internal Geography:

I am so excited to announce the publication of my newest poetry collection!

Writing Prompt:

My partner and I met playing a very popular multiplayer game, World of Warcraft. We had recently joined the same group/guild, and I was very shy and avoided voice chat. One day I found the bravery to join up because they were running a transmog run (a dungeon or raid group focused on find gear…

Noises of the Erotic

Soft velvet pressed against pursed lips, Tender caresses easing unspoken tension, Curled passions explode in agnst, while bed creeks in rhythm.

Reds Army

I found this cool concept of creating a cast of characters while studying other cartoonist.

Detective Vernon’s Bad Day

“Freeze,” a raspy smoker’s voice yelled from the Shadows, emerging in a yellow trench coat, blue shirt, wide leather belt.  His large rat ears quivered with anticipation as his nose and mouth twitched. “Wait now, I didn’t do it,” a thin man in a two tone black and white striped suit said as the cigarette…

Dreamscape

Why are words not boring? I speak and write so much, filling the data centers of the world, our digital and spoken library. Yet, I can’t get enough. It is fascinating what I can do with letters, combining them into words, dancing with syllables, rhyming them, creating metaphor. Forming words from every language. Some letters…

Hank and Radio

The radio flickered to life, {Reverberated} “Come on down to Earl’s Flee market this weekend, Twenty percent off and b.o.g.o deals up and down every aisle. Hank sighed heavily, his hand leaning against the wall, staring out his kitchen window. The radio came to life, Metal scratched on metal as appendages jetted out every direction,…