Great Article on Dr. John

Found this article while I was doing some reading about the man Zu Zu Ya Ya Gris Gris Circus, who have graciously accepted me into their fold, is all about. Towards the end of 1965, after their meteoric rise to the top of the charts with I Got You Babe, Sonny and Cher were invited…

Writing 101: Writing Mysteries

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? Hello everyone and welcome to the 5th part of Writing 101. We have made the halfway point y’all. Today’s lesson is about writing mysteries. ? Writing mysteries is very difficult. It’s actually one of the most difficult types of story to write. Mainly because you know who the killer/killers is…

The five essential truths of living the artist

NO ONE GIVES A SHIT Most people show up to work, feel absolutely nothing, do absolutely nothing, and contribute absolutely nothing to anything without the tangible promise of money. That’s how normal people work. The fact that you’ve read this far indicates that you are not one of these people. Sorry about that. I think…

Fall in love with a free book!!

Click below for your chance to get a signed copy of Time to Burn! A piece of trivia about the book will be included with each copy, if you’re the curious type. Goodreads Book Giveaway Time to Burn by M.L. McIntosh Giveaway ends March 01, 2017. See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter Giveaway

surrounded by Men

Piece of incredibly short writing that didn’t make the finals of a contest. Hope you enjoy it, or don’t, more than they did. I thought it was rather clever.   Everyone dies in the blink of an eye. My mother died in a typical way. The method of murder, you see, was me.

We don’t let our boys down… Part 2

Something moved below the bandaging, pressing out against the cotton. Could he be bleeding that much? Was it a rib bone, sticking out with his breathing? No. A broad headed, orange snake burrowed out of the bandaging. The binding stretched and broke apart, revealing a wound in Alestender’s side. Snakes, orange and yellow, writhed inside…

Flooded

I am not the writer I am the words Words like ganglion And abnegate And mustang I am the words Lovely as spillage from overwrought syllables Whatever dialectical crime you might commit Caress me I am the words Poetry essays short stories novels Color sound taste and texture I’ll tell you about these things No,…

Happy Halloween!

Let’s celebrate with a little creepy poetry! Shall we? Creepy Feelings I know you’ve got a creepy feeling That someone’s staring from the ceiling. Pretty sure I’m not on the ceiling. I’m suspended right behind you. You’ve got no right to look alarmed. It’s only me tap-tapping at your arm. There’s not much more I…

Sock Stalker

Recorded this song earlier this year. It’s based on true events.  

I Promise Not to…

I sincerely promise not to constantly post rejected and hastily hocked together poetry on this website. Ever. I most sincerely promise, and I never, ever break my promises.   =)     I Promise Not To I won’t do those loverly things, I’m not a bird who sweetly sings. More like quite the cat who…