Get up, go out Come back, lay down Now break Can you feel it? There it is In your head, behind your eyes Pulse, pulse, pressurize Now break L.A., lights, action, hustle One man, one woman, one child, no money Now break Powdered sugar, mixed with syrup Mixed with pain, veins…

A poem — All this light and nothing to see, angry at the stars. Athena sails across the sea, preaching the word of Mars. Wondering and wandering, down dead-end roads of learning. Fiery words inflame and smolder, in books that keep on burning. Understanding without meaning, categorizing confusion. The pageantry of gleaning, what is real and what’s illusion. Confident in conscience, crusaders charge at treason. The blind man has the common sense, to wrestle God with reason.

Like you I realized before setting out that indie-publishing is a double-edged sword. So I look at it like minor league baseball (maybe even spring training). If you have the talent and commit to the game, you can, over the course of a few seasons, get picked up by the majors. But some people do make a living playing in the minors. I don’t even like baseball or know too much about it, so this analogy might be off:)

It’s all fun and games until someone shows up with a katana. — My friends and I held regular gaming sessions of Dungeons and Dragons. A game that typically consists of one person creating and running the game session, and the others playing. We came to a point where no one from our group wanted to run the game, everyone wanted to play. …

A poem I wonder who paints the sky, blue and white, with a gold and silver eye. The trees seem to know, with their reaching leaves, and the mountains, biting the horizon, and the rain crying to a grateful earth, and the lake’s reflective praise. I wonder who paints the…

Expect the unexpected. Even doppelgängers! — If you’re lucky, you find someone you click with. Someone who shares the same idiosyncratic sense of humor. Over time you develop a friendship entirely based on trivial, esoteric jokes. It was in gym class in the seventh grade that I met Chris McPherson. We sat next to each other…

A poem — There’s an ocean on the sun Everybody runs along its burning beaches The kids come out to play, and they stay out all day Raising hell, catching waves, blazing in the bay Everybody’s sorry, but they don’t know what to say There’s an ocean on the sun Everybody runs along its…

A poem — A world away, in a flagless land. On the moon, with a flag in hand. If you hold your breath till the night is over, you won’t live to see the day. It’s not money or god, it’s power and fear. A shame our fathers couldn’t see clear. They sold our future…

One day can change the course of your life. — If I imagine my life as a timeline, and various events as branching points upon that line, one stands out as the most impactful. This event, and the series of events it spawned, impacted me in such a manner that it changed me from who I was as a child…