My Arts and Letters

a small fragment, a scene from my superhero novel, that might be a web series or a graphic novel, maybe all three.... anyway, i have bits and pieces here and there. i forgot about this scene, which i wrote a couple of years ago. the main POV character is a retired Super powered (depowered) vigilante named Leonard Singapore, aka The Blinking Fist. People in Leonard's life are being killed by someone who seems to be Leonard, but it wasn't him. In the whacky world of super people, this may not be a paradox. The Android Cops who are investigating have maybe irresponsibly, brought The former blinking Fist to a crime scene, a dead old friend awaits. Return Of the Blinking Fist: Ride Along... It’s been ages since I was at a crime scene, like riding a bike, dammit. I almost reached into my utility belt for rubber gloves, when Android Cop #1 handed me a pair from some magic pocket in those crazy overcoats the Android Cops all wear. I have to ask him to snag me one. I glo...

I sat down earlier today, with the idea to write a little something that wasn't my novel. It's a fragment of some other silly story roaming around my brain. It was fun to write, and I have no plans yet for it. But i thought I'd share it, just because. The Old Guard Eats Breakfast On Mars. “The Near Future,” is here on Mars, sitting in a diner: his electric teeth making short work of some better than average Martian Bacon.  He dips his one flesh and blood finger into the eggs, piercing the yolk, watching it burst open a bright green martian yolk, as green as your favourite Earth egg is yellow, and as delicious, as he feels his pulse with his tongue whilst licking the green goo from his last human finger, he looks up and across to his dining companion, and former sidekick: the former “Sparky Jones Jr.” is now more often than not called Morty, by everyone he still talks to, which really is very few given his self imposed exile here on Mars, away from all the action o...

about  Sir Bedivere, of all things. Here's a post about my creative process... I've been slowly, very slowly for the last few years been working on turning my couple of "King Arthur Poems" { "That Bitch Morgana", "That Bastard Merlin, Fucking Launcelot, and Galahad Recalls"} into a longer bunch of King Arthur poems, and maybe some prose bits that might approach being stories. tied all together in the voice of an elderly outlived them all Dowager Queen Guinevere. She's feisty, and shares a lot of blasphemy and heresy, but her stories are fun, so people listen and let her talk. That's the idea of it as a book. some bits are her poetic voice, or her voice poetically, other parts are her weaving her memories into a version of various Arthurian Stories, of my own devising. I've all the titles and ideas for most of the stories and poems. For the last two years, though I haven't had any poetic inspiration, though I've got some...