What?! Of course, as you can see from my wondrous author photo, the noted bow tie ensconced beneath my pasty-white mug is quite real, it is color coordinated and I tied it myself. I think every adult male should learn how to tie their own bow tie. But a question was asked, "Dude, you're from Kentucky, why not the - Colonel Sanders type?" (Ha, ha ...) Okay, a fair question, I shall do my best to respond. IF you have read the ending of my current novel, Fishing for Light, you might note Continue Reading
An AP story about a real Mr. Diabolus
After my first novel, Bobby's Socks was published, I had several readers ask me how I came up with such a nasty character, Mr. Diabolus. Unfortunately, they could not believe, or imagine that such a evil human being would not be easily caught, and prosecuted. Of course I got the, "why would you, of all people write a book about child sex abuse and suicide?" If you looked at me, and my pasty-white face and bowtie would you think I was a child abuse victim and had suicidal thoughts growing up and Continue Reading
Kentucky Home – a poem
Kentucky Home - a poem ---------------------- A home in my heart, not so far, far away, though I sleep in the subtropics most nights these days, And whether I am standing on any busy street corner, Or within any concrete jungle, having stood in Shanghai, Tokyo, Paris, and Amsterdam, They do not feel the same to me, for in my heart, I will always be a proud - Kentucky son, So, all I need do to take me home, is just close my hazel colored eyes, And I am … At dawn, my face Continue Reading
Eternal Night – a poem
Since this is the last day of April, and Child Abuse Prevention Month, I decided to share my poem, Eternal Night. The poem in part comes from having a panic attack, feeling trapped and almost losing hope. It is intended to be dark, I Capitalize certain words for emphasis, but like all my poems I am telling a story. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eternal Night Flickering dead stars, black moon Continue Reading
Montrose Madness
Monday had started as a calm spring day in Houston, Texas as Pink Petunia and I were traveling south by two-feet and four-paws toward her new veterinarian’s office. The pet clinic happened to be located along Montrose Avenue, which is a busy, pothole infested, double-lane road shaded by lovely mature oak trees and was segmented by residential side streets that invite the passerby to investigate the transitioning neighborhood within a major metropolis. But on that sunny day we were on a Continue Reading
Childish Dreams – a poem for April
April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month. Well, I was streaming the Boston Marathon this morning and I remembered the face of that little innocent boy that was murdered. And I think in part, from looking at my 3rd Grade class picture it triggered me to remember a poem I wrote several years ago. It is not a perfect poem, I might alter a few words ... but, I don't know. The poem is essentially about a young girl. She lived within a fantasy world to escape reality, in my mind from abuse Continue Reading
3rd Grade Boy
Stare back at me 3rd Grade boy with these same hazel colored eyes, There you are, standing still, wondering about that little girl with brown hair, Fresh faces forever intertwined within the image, black and white, Frozen together from a forgotten spring day, So I closed my eyes searching into my dark past, And I ride a neutrino to heat up the night, And melt the gray memories into perfect sun light, The memories spill forth into a pool full of liquid time, So I leap back without Continue Reading
Professor Quan’s – Skin Sensor Machine
Well, I decided to provide an interesting link from KurweilAI.net Weekly Newsletter, because the link is titled: "How to create a large-area visible light-invisibility cloak". Since Fishing for Light is a satire, obviously, I was having a bit of fun creating Professor Quan's Skin Sensor machine that he used to alter his appearance, as in the last chapter when he appeared a lot like a Colonel Sander's like character hanging out at a General Beauregard's 24-Hour Fried Chicken restaurant waiting Continue Reading
Warm Socks
After a mild springtime storm, as her mother watched from behind the kitchen window, a young girl with a long blond ponytail sat on the first step for the home's back wooden porch. She slipped on her rain boots over her colorful socks. She forged into the sun splashed backyard, and down a moist dirt path into the family’s lush green garden while clutching her empty pale. She bent down, and disappeared beneath the dense foliage to carefully inspect the twisted, interlocked life sustaining Continue Reading
Dear Frank,
Dear Frank, Now that I have, with some nudging from my British digital marketing friends, set-up a personal Facebook page and an authorship page under my ‘nom de plume’ Nathaniel Sewell - of which - I am certain Nostradamus foretold within one of his many quatrains that it would be a sign for the coming Apocalypse of Facebook or any sort of social media site. “Beware of the pasty-white middle-aged scribe, He doth lurk amongst the organized modern light that binds humanity together, He Continue Reading
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