Give me B movies or give me death!

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror in which to study his face. Surely he'd be able to see the bones beneath the meat; the skull gleaming the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. After all, wasn't that what a smile said? Hello, world, this is the way I'll look when the wet parts are rotted.

Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass.

Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred.

I never want to be the producer that I too often got.

To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.