To be on the cusp of another year- there’s nothing like it.  The clean-slatedness of it.  Movies to sweep you away, food to be savored, books to absorb the hours, music to slay your soft heart, and words yet to flow from your beautiful mind.

And that’s just the short list.

The world is vast and more amazing than we can fathom, and yet so small that we connect and reconnect in beautiful repeating themes like fractals.   Happy new year to you… embrace all the swirling chaos, the entropy, the joy and sorrow that will be 2015.  




Weekend Writing Warriors- December 14, 2014

 Weekend Writing Warriors –  It would be great to connect with other horror readers/writers.  I struggle to capture the ominous tone, create the appropriately spooky setting, and introduce characters who don’t annoy you…  

Without further ado, here’s an 8 sentence snippet from the first chapter of a new, yet-untitled Work in Progress (WIP).  

He lifted the door to the root cellar, first on one side, and then the other. They yawned open to the left, and then to the right. Each fell with a dull and wooden thud, revealing a hole with stairs that faded down root cellarinto darkness. The hard-cider smell of fermenting apples coupled with the organic must of earth rose from the room below.

Come, said the boy. Let’s have an adventure. He stroked her cheek.

Ladies first.


NaPoWriMo 28

Today NaPoWriMo suggests writing a poem based on a news article.  So I picked a random article from the Poughkeepsie Journal and let it inspire today’s poem.  Here you go:


I’m accusing you of criminal mischief.

I saw you walking down Mina Drive

Smoking and laughing

Surrounded by dogs

Holding some poor girls heart

Dripping and bleeding

Your friends laughing and laughing

In a manner suggestive

Of public lewdness.