You’re here. Wow. Thanks. Have a look around. But I warn you, more than one person has called me a mad scientist. So, consider this site, for the time being, a place for my experiments.
I have Artwork, some of which I’d be willing to sell, though you’ll have to pay for the shipping yourself.
I also have other pages (all of them, actually) dedicated to the written word, which, in my opinion, is my jam. My thing. Of all the art forms I’ve pursued, writing — text, literature, lyrics, poetry; that is, art expressed by words — is what I’ve devoted most of my life to. So, being a site for experiments, I divided the ideas I don’t think would fit as well in a short story, poem, novel, or memoir, into several categories.
First is my Refined page, where I dump my expository pieces. Maybe you can call them more traditional than the others. These are pieces that, at least for now, I wrote in the early morning, with a cup of black coffee. The “Ink Before Dawn” thing.
Then I have my Raw page, which I might also refer to as my Rants page. Rage and angst fuel this page, as opposed to the intellect found on my Refined page. (I won’t call any of these blogs, since I don’t have a passion for blogging, nor the time. I have too many other ideas and projects I need to finish during this lifetime.)
Last there is my Dialogues of F*ck Face and Mcgee, which is a satirical play on the Dialogues of Plato, though with a couple dipshit philosophers, if you can call them that. Of all the pages on my site, this will probably be where my humor comes out the most. But, hey, it’s an experiment, right?
Needless to say, I’ve got a lot more stuff that is yet to be published (let me know if you’re interested) and for which I don’t have any links or copies of online. Just take a gander at the picture of that unopened box of paper (no, there’s not a cat inside): it includes a full, book-length manuscript of poetry, two screenplays, I forget how many novels, and two or three memoirs, but it does not include a collection of poems that hasn’t reached book length, as well as whatever amount of aphorisms I’ve written over decades, what I call “Passages,” that crop up like weeds if I go without writing anything creative for a small stretch of time — like when I’m focusing on editing a project, or…no offense, this website. Thanks for stopping by!
