An infinitely growing collection of poems that are written spur of the moment as a result of whatever phrases or ideas are floating around in my head on a particularly productive day. They will rarely, if at all, make sense. (These poems do not have a set theme or style. Interpretation is left entirely up to the reader.)

Prey Tells

Jayjay kept staring. The flit and hum of the flies vibrated against his bones. He rattled when he breathed in, but they were shallow, indiscernible breaths. The dust from the dry, cracked ground made a film over Miriam’s eyelashes and piled up in dunes in his lungs. He stood, and he stared, and the flies buzzed, and buzzed, and buzzed,...


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Falling Angels

Hezekiah, a simple Guardian Angel, finds himself faced with a task that becomes more impossible with each passing day. Having failed one too many times in the past, everything now depends on delivering his newest charge, Jacob, safely to Heaven. But the city is always crawling with demons, and their commanders are eager for souls to...

The Chimera Vector

Sophia is a deniable operative, recruited as a child and genetically enhanced. After a botched operation in Iran, Sophia becomes an instrument in a dangerous game of subversive warfare. When she goes rogue, the chase is on... High-speed chases, gun fights, helicopter battles, immortal psychopaths, super soldiers and mutant abilities...

Go West, You Fool

One evening I felt like I had something to write, but I did not know what it was. I grabbed my iPad (the closest thing I had at hand to write on) and shortly after, this flowed out from my fingertips. I didn't know what it was until it was done, and when it was done, I still didn't know what to make of it. Perhaps you can tell me.