One day soon, she and the swarm would be one.
~this week’s poems~
. . . I wondered how my thin skin got so crowded inside . . .
A whirlpool of crows swirls above, justifying our murderousness
. . . sepia nostalgia
Hell is regret.
I’m mid-swallow, staring at my computer screen.
I’ve never really wanted to write a trilogy. It almost seems like an epidemic amongst indie writers. Whatever I want to say, I want to express it in one single, powerful volume. Each of my books is definitive, and requires no follow-up or sequel, which is what I prefer. And yet, as I was writingContinue reading “Apocalypse Trilogy”