Look for me in Weird Tales!.
I’m very proud to be included in this fabulous collection.
These weird tales will leave you with a memory you cannot shake. They’ll haunt you while you sleep and terrify you when you awake in the darkness for unexplainable reasons, rationales that make no sense. In the age of AI, try to recall what it was like to have no consciousness. Come, read these stories and remember what it felt like to be truly frightened with no ability to fully understand why.
Latest Publications – and so much more to come!
“Music to Die to”
A Cowboy, a fiery fiddle, and the woman of his dreams–what more could you ask for, besides some music to to die for?
“Into the Pot”
It started as a road trip and ended up in a crustacious fight for life.
A little more about the guy with the pen.
📚 I’m thrilled you stopped by and hope you’ll return to explore my latest publications, delve into my blog, revisit stories from the archives, or drop an email. I write to be read and can’t wait to hear from you.
Welcome to My Writing
I’ve spent a lifetime weaving tales meant to creep into your mind and hang out, rent-free. My early stories were drenched in blood, each page a macabre dance of unkillable killers, severed heads in rusty garbage cans, storm-born monsters stomping on rooftops, and exes hurled into the sun with a fiery kiss. It was gory and chaotic, a fever dream that only I could love. But I evolved.
The blood still flows, but with melancholy and occasional purpose. I savor the scent of roses while plucking the petals. My inspirations range from Poe to John Saul and include Clive Barker, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Philip Roth, Thomas Hardy, and voices that whisper from the shadows—T.S. Eliot, e.e. cummings, Hemingway, Cheever, Vonnegut, and myself! Hey—you should inspire yourself.
At the heart of it all, I cherish a beautifully penned word, a story that lingers like an echo in the night. Welcome, and beware—you may never want to leave.
About Me…
I breathe and pen fiction in a plot of land that sits atop an abandoned gold mine in the shadow of the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. I write in the mornings, drink coffee all day, and occasionally throw darts in the general direction of a bulls eye. When not engaged in those activities, I might teach a college composition class or conduct internet research on subjects I’m sure land me on governmental watchlists.
Just living my best life.
I was expelled from my high school but still managed to graduate from California State University, Sacramento, and I’m still not sure which school made the right decision.
