Notes and Letters of the Early Era
“A little college philosophy…soon after the 11th of September, 2001. A dash of teenage delinquency from the late ‘90s. Some confessional rants searching for significance in an age of rhinestone-studded dildos. Stories of skateboards, sex and violence. Misanthropic poems on love, friendship and the perennial works of Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche….“
A Typical, Sweltering Phoenix Afternoon
“Essays about sexual homeless girls and stealing from the homeless. Poems of children making sense of their psychedelic sense impressions with a theme park rodent. Stories about love, loss, skateboarding and Jesus—these are just a few flashes of the mythical mayhem you’ll find in this compilation of creative writing called A Typical, Sweltering Phoenix Afternoon…”
The Spitbag Affair
“Set in the sordid world of Phoenix suburbia, The Spitbag Affair tells a teenage tale of woe, twisted in the romantic wreckage that was the author’s high school love life. A true story about friendship, betrayal and loyalty, The Spitbag Affair takes us back to the late 1990s, to an America whose biggest worry was in regard to the president’s honesty and infidelity—motifs mirrored in…”
“A poetic celebration of individual chaos against the masses of democratic order, Lunar Light I Am and Fire travels to the strange, exotic world that is the author’s life. Balancing experimental prose poetry with some light doses of formalism, this selection of verse explores the sensual language of voluptuous, carnal nightmares, Thanksgiving visions of suicide, dreams about sex with a dead friend’s sister, the black magic of animals, old-fashioned diction, and green highlighter pens with the power to time travel….”
The Skies Don’t Care:
Dreams, Essays and Poems
“The Skies Don’t Care breaks away from the world as we wish it to be and presents instead an airy realm of wonder and mystery that most people can’t see—the world as it is. Revealed through the author’s dreams, poems and narrative essays, this kingdom of reality will release the reader from any and all responsibilities he feels for his denial of a beautiful darkness that exists around him: the earth, the trees, the birds and the sea of abortions floating in the pool of his own backyard…”
The Electric Seesaw Dynasty
“A conventional family collapses into the chaos of the contemporary world. A young man dialectically digs into the past of his own childhood to unearth the reasons why. But does he really want to know the answers to the questions he seeks? An avant-garde thriller that tears into one man’s psyche, The Electric Seesaw Dynasty is a play for postmodern audiences searching for a dark deliverance from disorder. Seek here, and you shall find a dissociative mystery, somnambulist visions, repressed memories and perhaps redemption…through a nightmare.”
The Christ-Like Egg Collection: Part 1
“Packed with poems of sacred intoxications, sacrificial invocations and live volcanoes that eat decent people for a living, The Christ-Like Egg Collection promises to deliver you from your daily torments of hope and faith in a heavenly utopia to the pleasures of a very real and living hell…”
The Christ-Like Egg Collection: Part 2
“This second and final installment of the Christ-Like Egg adventures picks up exactly where the first left off—in eternal damnation. Continue the voyage through the lives of the broken egg shells. Smell the burning sulfur of lost egg souls searching for meaning in a world devoid of an all-loving hen, smoky bars or goth-country music. Get a whiff of the rotten deviled eggs perfuming the air with a poetic stench that only reality’s corpse provides.”
The Christ-Like Egg Collection: parts 1 & 2
“Defining erotic-speed-trash-punk-poetry through their rhythm, these egg songs can sing all together now, in the nest of your brains, through your lips and mouths as you seduce them to love you, each one a tiny neck kiss, a tiny happiness, for you and you alone (or your midnight road-side lover)…”
Let Us Break Out These Broken Windows
“Let Us Break Out These Broken Windows surrenders the author’s perceptions to the chaos that is the English language. These are poems of existential nudity composed with outlaw lyrics. They do not welcome the easily offended but wish to be cherished by the moist, hot spirits of wild cats, kangaroos, whooping cranes, and other mud-stained creatures who strike apocalyptic fear into the hearts of grownups, responsible leaders and other respectable figures of civilization…”