New Book Available

Hey everyone, below is the link for my second self-published poetry anthology. It is currently available digitally on Kindle and soon as a paperback. It can be read for free on Kindleunlimited, but if you would like a copy, it’s available digitally for $3 and physically for $7. If you read it, please leave a…

First Book Published

This collection of early poems from the blog has just been published on Amazon and is available as an eBook at this time! The book is able to be read for free, shared, and purchased for a modest price if desired. Paperback copies will be available in the near future. Please feel free to check…

Podcast Now Available

Good morning all! I am excited to announce that Piecework Prose is now audio. I will be converting much of my older work to this format and updating it regularly. It is currently available on both Anchor and Spotify with both links below. Please feel free to check it out and introduce others to it…

Deadbolt Diary 2

Music plays from the corner of the room. The window, cracked, allows the chill to seep in, crawling to me from sill to floor. It lunges, unseen, in widening bounds, descending upon me as I lie suspended in a cocoon of varied fabrics. The roar of the furnace erupts in intervals, combatting the vicious cold….

Deadbolt Diary

The yellow tint of the cool morning sun bleeds through the plated shades of my sliding glass door this December morning. A sense of nauseousness refuses to lift, blending with an anxiousness from the past five days. I apply five cups of french pressed coffee to the sick, making it worse. I want to vomit….

Updates and Thoughts

Hi everyone that follows me so far. Recent events have affected my output regularity and stunted my creativity a bit. I’m hoping to get back on a more stable schedule soon and am considering adding a bit more variety to the content I put out. I’m curious if there’s anything anyone would like to see…

Riding the Rails on the Edge of Night

As night encroaches on lonesome suburbia, I prepare to meet it. Placing all things in order, I head to the cabinet drawing forth a bottle, still half full, of sweet, fragrant cognac to nurse the edge of a passing day. Uncorking the spiced elixir, I pour it into a cheap snifter, returning the bottle to…

That Spark

Another restless night. Bare and uncovered in the darkness I listen to the hum of whirring motors that fill the void with mechanical life. Outside, street lamps give off a dull yellow glow. I picture them, imperfect, tilted in the ground, left by some worker who figured the task completed well enough. My central air…