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Columbus

This is not necessarily a space for political writing. It’s not not a space for it either. But we still try to keep it apolitical in a bid to focus on writing and rhetoric and, increasingly, our own lives. Inevitably, however, there’s going to be crossover. Today’s blurring of the apolitical lines is spurred onContinue reading “Columbus”

A little weird, a little wild

I had my friend Jean and three strangers all packed inside my beat-up Subaru and was driving somewhere out in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road in southern Arkansas. One of the guys shouted directions at me, struggling to be heard over the music and the manic conversation. Jean asked if I hadContinue reading “A little weird, a little wild”

On “The House of the Nightmare and Other Eerie Tales”

My grandmother and I never really got to talk books. She had a lasting legacy on my life in many other ways. She introduced me to coffee (mostly milk and sugar in a tiny “collectable” Arkansas mug), helped connect me to my Comanche heritage and was around for plenty of play dates. But we justContinue reading “On “The House of the Nightmare and Other Eerie Tales””

Brown Sugar and Spice

Last week my friend and co-founder of this blog, Payton, texted me about relaunching the website. He emailed me a link so that I could sign in as an admin and I could claim my old writings that he had imported to the new site. Since he was the only admin at the time itContinue reading “Brown Sugar and Spice”

Creating Consistent Characters

“People don’t change, they only get moreso.” The above is a wonderful little personal axiom that was shared with me recently. It’s pithy, distilling a common bit psychological inertia down to less than ten words, yet broad enough to let each person color it as they will. I feel that in most cases unchanging personalityContinue reading “Creating Consistent Characters”

The Fun of Fear

The house was well decorated for Halloween. Spiderwebs were stretched out over the bushes in front of the house. The pathway leading to the door was lined with garden lights painted to look like bloodshot eyeballs. The residents had left the main door wide open, leaving only the large single pane glass door closed soContinue reading “The Fun of Fear”