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from my new novel Witch

Prologue I have been writing this book because I believe my wife is a witch. Our history together has provided ample evidence to conclude that she has and uses magical powers. I’ve seen too much, been a party to too … Continue reading

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the dinner party

It was 1985 when my first wife and I moved from Lawrence, Kansas to Washington DC, pulling a tiny U-Haul behind our ’78 Camaro over the Appalachian hills.  Serious jobs awaited us and we took to the frenetic lifestyle of … Continue reading

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a better reading

Darkness shone within her eyes, the anti-light of deep discernment, desolate and divine. Looking within, I could hear the anger and passion of her voice unspoken. She did not express the troubles that plagued us but nevertheless I experienced her … Continue reading

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my evil minions

When I was eleven, just a few days after sixth grade ended, I spent a week at church camp. Nestled in the forests of the flint hills of south-eastern Kansas, Camp Wood was a rustic collection of cabins, a mess … Continue reading

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Silver – a novel in progress

The last seven posts are the start of my new novel, Silver. A supernatural romance, the basic plot derives from Ligeia by Edgar Allan Poe. The underlying theme will be an homage to literature. The novel after that will be … Continue reading

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each demonic letter

The words illuminated in the ancient tome were obscure, heady, lost. In the deep gloom of my library, the page seemed to glow, as though a fire might suddenly erupt from within the thick paper. I began to intone the … Continue reading

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define my joys

I long ago lost count of the concerts I have attended. I am proud to have seen many of the best bands in the world, at the time, in my estimation, but a few truly define my joys. I sat … Continue reading

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