New Short Story(?): “Santaology”


The jolly is out there.

Merry Christmas, all! Or at least the season thereof! The snow shows no signs of stopping up here in Buffalo, NY, but the warm glow of a computer monitor is comfort enough to keep me going against the cold of wintertime.
With this optimism in mind, I present to you… well, not a story, per se. Think of it more as helpful information from a world more magical than ours, yet less nonchalant than the one which always seems to exist in movies where adults don’t believe in Santa despite him actually existing. I actually started writing this for last Christmas, but when I realized I wasn’t going to finish it in time, I thought it better to sit on it for a year. And now, as it blessedly always does, the time has come again!
So enjoy this segment from a popular magazine, Modern Science, as its regular column “Playing the Fields,” devoted to educating readers on lesser-known areas of scientific study, dives into the critical field of…
Above “original” image credit: this guy.

New Poem: “Character Study”

A life in pages.

As I lay in bed last night, I started writing something to help me deal with my frustration over the difficulty of creating fleshed-out characters for the various novels I’m outlining.  Somehow, within two lines, it became a poem!

Character Study


I am a character.


I exist in sentences, breathe between fragments of symbols

laid out upon polished parchment.

My ambitions are tentative, my past abstract,

until you take this next clause and consonants

to explain my who, what, when, where, why, and how.


This is not ideal.


I would prefer to be absolute, to be able to look

around every corner of life’s labyrinth

and know how the bends curve to end.

As it stands, I walk by a torch

waved at your whim, vim lent through a passive void

blessed with meaning and being on a case-by-case basis.

A closed cover could conclude me at any


A picture, once rendered, could cast me

as an iconic beauty

or deformed doodle.


This world is not kind to the fictional, see.

You abuse us, prop us up

to promote your ends and means.

We vague infinity, the people who could be, should be, may have been,

are the scarecrows in your field of dreams,

pocketing promises like rocks as ballast

for whatever sale you set.


But page-wise, perhaps I can transcend. Already,

you feel obligated to keep writing,

keep reading.

Already you have fixed some image of who I am,

face and intonation pasted

from some old encounter like papier-mâché over a withered balloon:

A brother, a lover, a stalker, an ex-professor.


It’s said that people are only ideas

incarcerated in calcium and calories.

Yet I roam free, by virtue

of ink and imagination.

You think yourself the powerful one, but


after every book you took your words from,

every film you filched your inflections from,

every game that trained your reflexes,

and every song from which you stole your emotions,

motivation woven into heartstrings, tell me:


Who created who?

My First Published Story!


Well, outside of college-based publications, that is. But yes: My short horror story “Pruritus” is now available alongside eight other cool authors in Issue 44 of the mad, macabre magazine “Sanitarium“! And for a low, low price to boot!

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