So Long, So Long Ago
I wrote this essay for and was lucky enough to be randomly picked to read it at NPR Illinois Stink Bug Night in 2019. The night's theme for a five-minute story was "Life and/or Death".
Weaving I Now See
This is a poem I wrote for Mary Leen's undergraduate creative writing poetry course at Illinois State University in 1992. It was later published in Druid's Cave: A Journal of the Creative Arts (1993).
This is a piece of fiction that I wrote for Curtis White's undergraduate creative writing fiction course at ISU circa 1993. The present state of the local rock band meets itself.
Night of the Thief
Originally written for Curtis White's creative writing fiction course, parts of this were published in Druid's Cave 1994. The near future evolution of religion meets interdimensional life. It's partly an homage to the work of author and mathematician Rudy Rucker.
I wrote this for David Foster Wallace's graduate-level fiction writing course in early 1994 at ISU, just as "the internet"—at the time meaning simply telnet and gopher—was entering the scene. The near future evolution of technology meets its psychological limits.
I wrote this as my final paper for William McBride's graduate Film Studies course at ISU in 1994. It's a frame-by-frame analysis of repressed gay male fantasies which are fleshed out through cinematic violence and play in the 1967 film The Incident.
Escape From Lego City
My son has been into Legos a lot. These are fictional extrapolations from a few of the packaging box pictures encountered, if you can believe how much of the fun doesn't actually come packaged with the product.
Banana Appeal
This is an essay I wrote in 2013 on matters of fruit, comedy, and language. The above picture was taken of me in 2018 when I read it at the Sherman Illinois Public Library once. Fortunately, I was not pelted with anything.
Love Your Spouse
Want more than enough information on the firsts that my wife and I have experienced together? For instance, the above photo was taken the first time we ever encountered a miniature ogre at the park. (Just kidding. That's our son. Note: no one was harmed in the making.)