"All I want is to be strapped down to a planet hurtling madly through space toward oblivion, afraid at any second I will fly off, amazingly alive with wide-awakened senses."@AuthorMarkMill1 https://t.co/OSNcOk0qyf?amp=1
Category: writing
The Two-Headed Lady at the End of the World will be published in late 2021 or early 2022
Want to be one of my advanced readers? Let me know, and you will be one of the first to read this epic love story about conjoined twins and the men who love them, two soldiers stranded in a long-forgotten underground bunker, and a sentient CPU who falls for a Pentagon fax machine. Amanda and … Continue reading The Two-Headed Lady at the End of the World will be published in late 2021 or early 2022
The eighties passed like every other decade
The eighties passed like every other decade, leaving an ever-diminishing impact on the things to come later. People were born and people died. Japanimation was drawn, and the Berlin Wall was disassembled. Hair metal seemed like rebellion, and people learned about a scary, new disease. Dungeons and Dragons dice were smuggled onto lunchtime playgrounds, and … Continue reading The eighties passed like every other decade
Between you and me, I think the Vikings are still out there, waiting to rape and pillage again.
We are driving in Arkansas when she tells me she can trace the entire line of British royalty from Alfred the Great to Queen Victoria. “Only to Queen Victoria?” I ask. “It gets boring in modern times,” she attests. “Why would anyone ever know—or need to know—that?” “Don’t be a douche,” she says. “It is … Continue reading Between you and me, I think the Vikings are still out there, waiting to rape and pillage again.
We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm
We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm. How they had shed their original color and become something altogether more vibrant and violent, whipping back and forth in the sky like so many things we could imagine. We realized the many metaphors and metonyms that happened in our minds were crafting … Continue reading We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm