There are two voices within me. One is the voice of reason, calm and consistency. The other, the voice of fantasy and macabre with a stubbornly wild imagination. When the two voices cross over and greet, well, we have what is called a mind-carnival. Where the ground opens up and there are angels and imps and everything in between that can shatter as well as birth life to paper. At the musing point, I lay visions, dreams and wishes down and I call it as I had seen it -- or desired to see it.
When I am not jaunting to the underworld of words, I am travelling and anything I see or feel, will be transposed onto paper so beware ... I want to write everything. When I'm not trekking the globe, I'm balls to the wall working and raising a family, which is the most humbling of responsibilities. When I'm not scorned, I'm published, often enough and thankfully in Horror Sleaze Trash, Beatnik Cowboy, Cajun Mutt Press, The Opiate, Horror Zine, Anti-Heroin Chic, Burning House and Red Fez Journal, where I serve on the editorial team for poetry submissions.
