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Some updates, and a poll!

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A new month is coming up, and I have some updates in mind for the website. Primarily, updates on the freely available content.

That is where you, the readers, come in.

I intend to whip all my poetry together into one file, then have that available for free download on the website in a variety of formats (PDF, kindle, mobi, ect). That’ll be easy, hopefully, and will clean this place up a little bit.

The second thing is something I want you, the readers, to have some creative input on.

You see, I am a story writer, yea? So why don’t I have an actual short story or something here on the website? Beats the hell out of me! Only problem is, it isn’t terribly difficult for me to whip up a short story since I have a number of ideas already floating around in my head.

That’s where you guys and gals come in.

I’d like you guys to post what theme you guys want to read (Fantasy, SciFi, Urban Fantasy, you get the idea) in the comment section on this article, or on the posts on Google+, Twitter, or FB. From there, I’ll tally the votes together, whip up a story, then have beta readers / a workshop on the story for the editing so it’s a bit more refined.

Seriously, pretty easy. This way, I’d like you all to have some input on what I create next for everyone and anyone to read and enjoy. This story will also be available for download in the same way that the poetry collection will be (PDF, epub, mobi, ect), so you don’t have to read it here on the website.

Looking forward to seeing what input you guys can offer and what you’d like to see me create.

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Current Tally: Science Fiction, 1; Western, 1.

Another night, another archived poem.

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(So yeah, I was digging through my archive while updating the website. What did I find? My first (and only) attempt at poetry in prose format. Hope you guys enjoy.)

Title: Reflections.

The words in my mind
Always shifting and changing
Inking their way onto the page
Even then, never concrete

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Stories and tales twist and turn
Characters are born and die
Events all, large and small
Take place in my mind’s eye

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My mind sees and my fingers type
In my craft, I am merely the adapter
From mental projection to page
For these stories ever telling

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To me, there is no greater home
Than being buried in the canvas
That is the blank-white page
Ready to receive my words

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I read the news every day
I play these games every night
I watch the films as they come
I read books as they print

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In the end, for me
There is no greater home
Than sitting here, at my desk
Buried in my proverbial tome

The blog is up, so I’ll share something.

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(Like the title says, I managed to scrape the blog together into a ‘functional’ condition. So now, in the name of getting things to look decent, it’s time to flesh out the wall space here. What better way than to upload some of the poetry I’ve been sharing around?)

Title: This Fire.

On this balcony I stand
The shell of a broken man
Though I may be home
I still feel nothing but cold

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In the hot desert sun
I could always trust my gun
Now back here at home
I feel desperate and alone

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With my squad, my buddies therein
We were as brothers, through thick and thin
We went through the same events every day
Until we came home, most of us to empty graves

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I was a man of calm plan
Even when the shit hit the fan
Politicians talk of heroism and sacrifice
For they are men who pay no price

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On this balcony I stand
The shell of a broken man
Though I may be home and free
This fire in me shall burn eternally