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The goal: write a poem in five minutes. Burning out so quickly, exquisite randomness, hollow vision. How many of them were there? And does it matter anymore? When dangerous things aren’t keenly kept, whispers silenced by the empty night.

I added two additional short stories, a hard science fiction piece called “Outreach” from 1995, and a short horror story called “Walking at Night” from 1996.  These are old ones, so please keep that in mind when you read them. They both hold a lot of nostalgic value for me.  You can comment on them [...]

I just posted “The Forest” to the site; a short story I wrote back in 1997.  It’s not perfect and probably not great, but it is what it is for the time.  I’m probably my own worst critic, I’m sure.  You can view or download the pdf here. Feel free to leave comments on the [...]

My dad likes the morning.  He’s up at the crack of dawn, before most everyone else, and he loves the way the worlds looks and feels at that time.  I however, like the night.  I’m sitting here in front of my house at 3:30 am; the insects are active and loud, the air is damp [...]