Honestly, I’m just here to have a bit of fun, ignite huge fires (all figurative, of course), and sling words around with the intention that they might land safely by aligning in an interesting order that makes them somewhat entertaining to read. At the end of the day, it’s a primal urge toward Renaissance and Revolution that turns me on. No big deal really.

Anyway, that sort of nonsense wasn’t even the original point of this post. But I simply can’t help myself sometimes. After all, there’s never been a more exciting time to be alive. Please forgive me if I get a bit hyped up now and then.

I’ll try this again. Deep breath. Focus. OK. When Christopher Gretkus asked me to come on board as a contributing editor at Novelmasters last year, I was more than happy to take him up on the offer, although I did say up front that other responsibilities on my plate might limit the amount of time I’d have to put toward the site. For the most part, this has proven to be true thus far. Thankfully, I have been able to solicit work from a few contemporary poets, and an interview that I conducted with Johnny Longfellow in which he waxes philosophical on a number of topics appeared not too long ago. I’m excited to announce that there are more interviews in the pipeline that will be appearing soon, and I’m going to try my level best to start sending in essays on a regular basis.

The brass tacks of what I’m trying to say here is that Christopher has established one hell of a slick, sleek, finely tuned venue. He’s continually updating and improving the design of Novelmasters, and I hope that you’ll swing by and check out some of the art and literature available to peruse. This page features links to my poetry, essays, and interview at the site.

Meanwhile, vast swaths of people have completely lost their sense of intuition and instinct. Such as these are like unto cult members who spew every opinion out of their mouth as if they are nothing more than gibbering parrots, having absolutely no clue how to discern between reality and propaganda. These people should be observed with piqued curiosity; however, such research should always be conducted from a safe distance. These drooling automatons are victims of the very institutions which they loyally serve, it is true, but their hysterics can prove to be dangerous when experienced in close quarters.

Don’t be a rube. It is not sexy. It is not cool.

Don’t be a mark. Your nihilistic death urge is no longer trendy and cute.

Don’t be a fool. Being able to engage in blind obedience to the systems that oppress you is not a skill to brag about on your resume. The world is evolving all around us, quickly. Learn to stand up straight and walk tall or you’re going to get trampled underfoot. Learn to surf atop the wave or you’ll wind up drinking the tide.

On a completely unrelated note (though once you’ve experienced the high symphony of synchronicity sweeping through your soul, it’s difficult to claim that all events in life aren’t quantumly connected to some degree), my book Chaos Songs is now available on Amazon through Weasel Press. Please consider picking up a copy here.