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May.17.2013
I'm often asked how I come up with titles for my crime novels and the answer is sometimes with great difficulty. However some titles can come instantly, almost the moment the novel hits the page although that is rare. Dead Man's Wharf was one such case.
In Dead Man's Wharf, the fourth in the...
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Mar.22.2013
Out upon the gathering gloss the shore is a monster,
all of my conceptions gather prominence, and all else
is inland; so easily do I find comfort in myself, the bark,
a cortex of all my designs. Can I dance here upon the
rhythm of the water with my love and some insufficient...
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Mar.09.2013
I stand in the surf,
on the shelf of the beach~
walking towards shore,
a rogue wave tumbles me,
tossing me around like seaweed~
until I stumble to my feet,
now further from my destination.
Each time I stand I am knocked to my knees~
Is the tide pulling me out,
or am I resisting...
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Jan.30.2013
These shadows speak of eternity,
oh! all the dust that we have let fall,
and all the rust we watch enarmor
the words of our fellows,
which march on to make this world.
These shadows race to find us now,
our machines sweetly polished,
in the dark of the day
where we entreat our emotion...
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Jan.21.2013
We sail high above the wide salt-water canal, my boy and me, with a green and yellow chute billowing behind us that propels us to fly as high and free as a kite in a sea breeze.
A smattering of pale blue, semi-transparent circles below us rest as flimsy paper on the water's surface....
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Jan.14.2013
At 3 am, the phone rang. This was a few years ago. “Hi, how are you?” I was groggy and the male voice unfamiliar, unsure. I should have hung up. Instead, I said, “I don’t think I know you.”
There was a short pause and then, “But I do. I am Lt. Commander X, and I want to talk with you.” Why...
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Nov.21.2012
a courage,
a catacomb,
a locked up joy in the depths of holidays.
an enigmatic envolope,
mysteriously placed
upon a mantle with fire and incense.
a divine time,
for any persuasion,
deadly and gayly lit.
the gold halls and silver,
the rush of exquisite tasting,
the bold...
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Oct.30.2012
out from under the death of day, a new feeling of fire evolves. a spurning of things antithetical, and also a hysteron proteron. with freedom comes chaos and with the chaos is feeling. out from under and the death of the day is burning. under the dermis, hot and inflexive,...
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Oct.16.2012
i jerked the wheel only five from ten and two,
the lights approaching very quickly,
halos exploding in the convexity of the rear glass.
my ire peaked, i exhaled speed,
the black blur of night took its shape back
only slightly.
out of the slowly unwinding moment,
an action was...
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Sep.27.2012
ephemera,
you will never know the autumn.
your miniscule bones
would shatter at the thought of cold.
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