It’s almost become a sci-fi cliché, the idea of even the most trivial of actions in the past dramatically altering the future. Stepping on a bug millions of years ago and returning to the present to find it ruled by Nazi lizard-men, or something to that effect. I think about this often, how everything is interconnected like the strands of a spider’s web. Tony Iommi … Continue reading Chain of events
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I love the smell of old books. I love the smell of old comic books and magazines, the finely aged newsprint, baked yellow by time. And when I open one and lift it to my nostrils for a gentle little sniff, I’m flooded with a sense of nostalgia, sometimes even for eras that were already long gone by the time… Continue reading Hidden Treasure
March 21, 2023 I am forced to admit, at least to myself, that I was initially skeptical about both the prophet and his vision. When I was given the coveted assignment of meeting, and spending a week living with Richard Kryuss and his rapidly growing band of devoted followers, I was wary. I made a promise to myself that no matter how thirsty I … Continue reading The Prophet Mother
He’s short, he’s hairy, he’s a loner and a bit of a hothead, but he’s loyal to those he trusts and chooses those people carefully. He didn’t know where he came from, and when he found out, the answers were somewhat disappointing, but at least he got answers. I can relate to all of that. Continue reading The comic book character I most identify with
I really have had about all I can stand without letting off at least a little steam. The political stuff. All I hear, on both sides, is tired rhetoric and endless regurgitation of either left-wing or right-wing propaganda, almost all of which plays fast and loose with the actual facts. I am so fucking sick of sheep calling people sheep. I’m so fucking of snowflakes … Continue reading From the sidelines
For decades, I carried with me a hazy memory of visiting a forest full of dinosaur statues at a very early age. I wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t a dream until one day it occurred to me to look it up. Sure enough, the Dinosaur Gardens in Ossineke, Michigan is a real place that’s still in operation. I must’ve been four or five when we … Continue reading Dinosaur Dreams
When I was fourteen, my mom dragged my younger sister and I to JC Penney for our annual wardrobe update. As we breezed through the mall, we passed an arcade, its electronic symphony of light and sound beckoning me… “Your father didn’t pull extra shifts at the warehouse last year to buy y’all a Super Nintendo Genesis for Christmas so that we could bring you … Continue reading “Other”
This is chapter one of my book “The Act of Laughing,” which I wrote in 2010. The chapter also works as a stand-alone short story, I discovered, upon revisiting it. The rest of the book is in need of a good edit to bring it up to my current standards, and will remain unpublished until said edit has been completed. Rest assured, though, “The Act … Continue reading The Act of Laughing
A few weeks ago I missed my turn when driving home from work. I took an exit off 1-35 to a street I was unfamiliar with, and while trying to recalculate my route I drove past a field littered with old tanks, helicopters and jets. Now, I’ve lived in Oklahoma City for twenty years and I’ve never seen or heard of the 45th infantry division … Continue reading Your own backyard
