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New story in the works...

Short story sent to the New Yorker, check.
Flash fiction sent to Esquire, check.
Check in the mail for my efforts, no check, not yet, but soon.

The paragraph below is from a story I'm working on.

"Every word like a tiny metal claw, pulling the shroud of night over me.

Pushing me down, past sleep, past dreams, into another world.

And from this journey I know I will never return and after a time I forgot I could return."

"So," my Mother asks, "Are you going to see her again?"

Possibility of Heaven

I'm taking a walk.
Taking quiet steps, making room for others.

For the unseen,
The unmoved,
The unmoving.

I'm making room.

This is our time.
Why prepare for this unseen dream, that moves slowly, padding quietly
across this world? Creasing it, cracking it, making this world slightly more fragile.

Serious play

I sat down to work on my second screeplay, but this is what popped out... In honor of football season, I guess...

Kids tumble like waves over each other. Playing, the back and forth playing with everything. Play fighting, play loving, imitating, experimenting with gravity and all of life.
Somewhere along the way we forget how to play, how to give and take and maybe we even forget how to just be, how to just sit around. And that gives birth to a hollow and from that hollow, confusion and from that confusion harm and that harm brings death.
We forgot how to play, now we kill.
It's second down and five yards to go.
Or we try to.We slowly kill ourselves.
It's that simple. Kill ourselves, kill others, just for a chance to recapture that shiny thing from childhood. Kill for joy.
I killed myself last night.
First and ten.
When the ball is snapped I slap the defensive tackle on the side of the helmet, hard, I'm sure his ears are ringing, the ref doesn't see, that's one for me.
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After the EDGE

Since graduating from the EDGE program I've had precious little to say or write. I've only had a few ideas coming to me, and more than a few problems have popped up. Some I should have ignored and other needed my immediate attention.

To clear my head of all the stuff I thought I needed to do, I decided to do none of it and go to Phoenix, to see my mom and dad, daughter, granddaughters and friends.

Their love, their unbridled, we're-glad-to-see-you-love, was a great gift and it set something free in me.

Two days of Phoenix reminded me of who I am; loved, whole, brilliant, sought-after, fun, profoundly interested in my friends well being, a manly-man, martial artist, husband, teacher, student, lover, vampire (don't ask), writer (do ask), adventurer and someone who is ready.

I feel like this whole time God has been whispering, "Relax, relax, relax young one. It's going to work out." And I've been saying, "Are you sure?"

I'm sure now.

EDGE graduating class 2011

This great group of people, this group of brother and sister in arms. They are helping give birth to new life, new ways to speak and live. This image brought you and me by...Patrick Dixon - writing. photography. Olympia, WA 98501

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ARTIST TRUST 20011 EDGE Professional Development Program for Writers Final Presentations

Start: 03/26/2011 1:00 pm
Co-presented with ARTIST TRUST. Artist Trust presents the graduating writers and their final presentations for the 2011 EDGE Professional Development Program for Writers. Join arts enthusiasts, Artist Trust supporters, family, and friends for a showcase of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Artist Trust is dedicated to supporting Washington state artists working in all creative disciplines and provides professional resources and grant funding to writers, filmmakers, visual artists, and more. Today's presentation is free and open to all. For more information about Artist Trust and its vital, valuable programs, please see This year's EDGE program for writers was funded by

What now?

I haven't posted in awhile. I have this feeling it's late. Not just that I haven't posted in a while, but it feels like it's been a while since I wrote anything that has a real impact. Not just a post, but something that helps me move me from point A to point B. Something that moves you as well.

I love writing. I love living, but what is the point if you/we don't feel the words down to our bones?

I just watched a conversation with David Chapelle and Maya Angelou.

I just got me going. I want to take all my personal history and poor it into something. Distill it into an emotional truth that will be good for everybody.

The way sex is good for a body, the way air is good for flight. I'll let you know what I come up with. Let me know if you come up with anything. I'll be all ears!

Writing and more writing... Excerpt from my novel, Redemption

Excerpt from a story I am working on ....The same story from October....

I'm new to Milan. I'm lost. The driving rain has its own rhythm and it loses me. I can't keep up.

Left or right; it doesn't matter. I'm so lost that all the streets look the same and I'm starting to panic. Panic about what? I'm not sure, but I can feel it starting. It starts like losing a pop fly in the sun, like falling and not being able to stop. The song on the radio throws my driving off too; so I turn it off. It's just me and the driving-off-rhythm rain. Driving me further into Milan and loss.

God damn it, I'm a grown man. I'm ashamed. Grown men shouldn't get lost, grown men shouldn't fail. I've done both and it feels like I'll never catch my breath again.

It's Milan and I'm getting smaller and smaller; small enough to wash down a drain somewhere.

Getting the EDGE

Who's a little super-excited and a little freaked out? I am. I was accepted to the EDGE Program. Keep me in your thoughts and prayers..... It's a program designed for visual artists, writers and filmmakers... a comprehensive survey of professional arts practices offered through a hands-on, interactive curriculum that includes instruction by professionals. Whoa! 2011 here I come!