Dark, soulful tales that haunt long after the last page.
I killed a friend yesterday. I’d known this person since 1993. I met him because of a creative writing course at Francis Tuttle Technology Center. He’d been a good friend, though always a little strange. He didn’t deserve to die, but then life and death seldom play fair. I miss him already. Fortunately, since he…
Last week I got two rejections on Amara’s Prayer. This manuscript has been a major disappointment. It’s been just about five years since I defended the manuscript as my thesis project at the University of Oklahoma. I don’t recall how many drafts it went through prior to that point. Two writing professors and another with…