Night Stirrings
Derangements, poems and tales pulled from the shadows
Melinda's Ugly Turtle
Coming soonish
Novel. 214 pages
In a place where things seem immovably settled into a bleak landscape,
depthless and without time,
where a small town has sunk within its shell,
where a girl and her friends search for what's next,
beautiful things can emerge from unexpected places.
Inspired by To Kill a Mockingbird, this is my fresh twist built on today's small insular rural towns, prejudice, swamps, pride and hope.
I am refreshing this book before I release to the public.
Derangements & Horrifications
Coming
not-as-soonish
Short story collection. Most likely a set of 2 books
Fear. It underlays all we touch, just on the edge of awareness. We know it's there. Denying it gives it roots. Coming soon, at least a dozen Vials of Madness, Lunacies and Psychoses. Here are a few examples.
Vial I - PARIS. Go mad deeply enough, there's joy at the bottom. Is there not?
Vial II - BLACKRIDGE FARM. It's easy to imagine how things can go horribly awry in those shroud-wrapped farms lost in their own pitch. But it may not be imagination.
Vial III - THE CORONATION OF THE PROM QUEEN. Past hurts never heal, but they can be forgotten. Until a fading mind goes back to fetch them. Then the buried past becomes real. And real becomes haunting.
Vial IV - FAMILY NAME. A sense of place and belonging can be beautiful. But belonging to something that no longer exists can leave you hanging.
Poetry collections
Shockingly, these are all COMING SOONISH
Years ago, I categorized and bound some of my poetry, mainly for myself. Now that in mid-2025 I have decided to share some things, these are all in process of my adding, subtracting, revising and repackaging. Actual books coming when I can get to them...
Unbuttoned and Slightly Smelling of Ink
Bones scraping bones, steaming finches and other exultations of a writing muse
Mad-eyed to the Screen
Nature, our rabbit hearts fast-beating and razored darknesses pulled from the streets
The Color of Being Buried
Fading off the bones, and the beautiful erosion
This Roaring Nerve
The sweetened knife of love and lust
and foreheads warmly leaking
Muses
For years, especially when I traveled, I'd take photos of things that spoke to me. Moments. Beauty. Oddities. Often I did not know why. I just took the image.
Over time, I added a poem or short text to fulfill some and put them in a collection of Muses. Many images remain silent still with no prose. That's OK. It's their choice.
The first two are done but need a revise and rebuild. Coming soonish...
Out Loud is iffy whether I get to it;
Half Standing is half done at best and I need more material. More "ish" than soon...
