July 28, 2019
The Dark Tower: What’s Good, Bad, and Ugly About the Film
So let us palaver (discuss). I’ve always said that Book 1 of Stephen King's Dark Tower series was a weird novel. Three read-throughs of the novel has…
July 2, 2019
Stop the ZuckerBot 3000!
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and not in any way intended to portray the actual Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg, who may or may not…
June 26, 2019
“Ode to a Hard-Ass Bed,” “Leviathan’s Handmaiden,” “Our Lady of Sunbeams,” and “From Columbus”
Ode to a Hard-Ass Bed Your woods are not lovely, dark or deep Yours is not an invitation to sleep “Sleep if you must!” you say, And rest thy weary…
March 19, 2019
“Death of the Prince,” “Futuristic Body/Visionary Mind,” “What They Came For,” and Other Poems
Death of the Prince A Word on the Death of the Prince of Thieves--- Robin of Locksley, Robin Hood, Whose arrows fled, whose arm, bled, Let out by the…
March 9, 2019
Destroy All Men: An Analysis of About Last Night
I bought a DVD player from Target, and maybe I should have gone to Best Buy, because what I didn’t realize was that what I got wasn’t what I’d paid…
February 21, 2019
“Bran Castle,” “Prose Writer in a Poetry Club,” “If I Close My Eyes,” and “The Game”
Bran Castle We searched all through Bran Castle, that night Okay, so technically it was daytime, closing in on evening, And--- The tour guide told us…
February 16, 2019
The War’s Children
based on the tale “The Water Sprite” by the Brothers Grimm Once upon a time, there was a 15-year-old boy named Charles and his younger sister,…
February 3, 2019
The Books of Power
The year was 1891, and the Industrial Revolution was taking hold, with incredible advances in technology. Ada Lovelace Evans felt she might worry…
January 23, 2019
“Internet Outlaw,” “Can’t Write Poetry,” “The Mortals Are My Playthings,” and “Wild West”
Internet Outlaw Robin Hood of the internet Whose name strikes fear Into the hearts of the secret-keepers--- The wind whispers, “Julian Assange” And…
January 18, 2019
The Freak of My Dreams
That primal urge crept upon me on a Saturday, its heated breath at my loins, begging for release. So I went through the same old tired routine---turn…