Wanting to see 

the latest Videodrome broadcast, 

 Max meets Harlan at his studio. There, 

Harlan reveals that he has been working with 

Convex with the goal 

of recruiting Max to their cause: to end 

 

North America's cultural decay by giving fatal brain tumors to anyone 

so obsessed with sex and violence 

that they would watch Videodrome. Convex then 

inserts a brainwashing Betamax tape into Max's torso. Under Convex's influence, 

Max murders his colleagues at CIVIC-TV. He later attempts to murder 

Bianca, who manages to stop him by 

showing him a videotape of Nicki's murder on the Videodrome set. 

 

Bianca then 'reprograms' Max to her father's cause: 

"Death to Videodrome. Long live the new flesh." On her orders, he kills Harlan 

and Convex.

 tomorrow, 

and tomorrow, 

and tomorrow, creeps 

in this petty pace 

from day to day, to the last syllable 

of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have 

lighted fools 

the way to dusty death. out, 

out, brief candle! life's but a walking shadow, a poor 

player, that struts and frets 

his hour upon the stage and then is heard 

no more: 

it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and

 fury, signifying 

nothing.

Sample: Skyline

Now featured on Best American Poetry!

Skyline

A crooked sky on a Wednesday morning,
Still half drunk with fog
The sun burnt clouds, and reaching light
Are all I need of god.

Sample from Queerness is... (A New Poem)

I'm tking some ourses write now and here's a sample of what I've been working on.

Selected Stanza's from Queerness is...

It is both absolute and subjective,
Full of laughter,
Not just of sight and sound, but of mind as well.
It is wishing you knew Rod Serling.
It is wishing Rod Serling was a woman.
It is wishing you knew Rod Serling as a woman. Biblically.

A rainbow shade of grey,
It is an opaque prism.

It is the space between to faces,
A woman both old and young.
It is the air around a vase.

New Short Story

I'm working on a new short story, Gauze Doll, a noir tale about dreams, cinema, and the bond between them.

It comes based on a nightmare I had a few days ago, and modified to make a more coherent story. I awoke startled and bothered by what I had seen, and spent some time dwelling on it.

Once I have some sample paragraphs from the first draft I will post exerts.

Upcoming Publication: Collective Fallout

This morning I was just informed that my flash fiction/short story, Bodhisattva, is going to be featured in an upcoming issue of Collective Fallout, a queer speculative fiction magazine. I am double checking what issue number it will be in (January or July), but I suspect it is the July one (I'll post once I know).

Bodhisattva is a short story about death, second chances, and the crazy things people do when they are in love. It is an exploration of the most extreme versions of our own being. There are also lesbian bank robbers. If this doesn't make you want to read it I don't know what will.

Thanks to everyone who encouraged and supported me, especially Pat Smith of Not In The News Today, who helped me get the submission ball rolling.

Home and Heart are Actually a Venn Diagram

Heavy eyelids,
Like an evening snowstorm.
Slow breath,
Pain in my chest.

In a landslide,
The snow rumbled down.
Lost my progress,
On the icy mountain.

My ropes are frayed,
As are my nerves.
There's a crack running deep
In my looking glass.