A cozy room with wood bookshelves filled with books, plants, and decorative objects. The wall features a large art print of a fiery phoenix with the text "Priory of the Phoenix" and the words "Rise, Unite, Awaken." There are framed landscape paintings and ambient lighting, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Since these stories and poems are so old, it’s a free page! Yay!

Some of these pieces go back to the 1980s. This site is where I will let my hair down a little, and let people explore what I wrote in previous versions of myself. I’ve posted odds and ends and bits I was proud of even though nobody read them. I’m re-grouping everything here so you can read as you’d like. My substack is where I will be posting more formal or official bits, so I wanted to move my fiction out of the way. This is that new home.

Everything I write currently seems to be centered around finding our way out of chaos, confusion, and war. These pages are a collection of what I used to write when I was in the mood, been thunderstruck by an idea, or something I dreamed. This space is a collection of blasts from the past, from space orcs to wizards, and from so many places I have visited in my mind. I’m not writing fiction currently. This page is for those who are morbidly curious about my previous writing material. I’ve posted some of this previously in various places, but I’m trying to scoop it all up under one umbrella page. In my spare time.

Coming soon is a new page that will be current - but more about what’s going on in my head (in the non-fiction area) for the day. Or week. I’m not sure how much I’ll post there, but we’ll experiment. Post your thoughts back to me on the contact page. Is that something you’re interested in?

Meanwhile you are invited to drop your appreciation at buy me a coffee, or the Donations page above. God bless you!

Young boy standing indoors, wearing a coat and hat, in front of a white appliance or piece of furniture.
A mystical room with an illuminated crystal ball on a wooden table, surrounded by scattered handwritten notes, lit candles, and books, with an aquarium in the background projecting a face's reflection across the glass.

To the left is a blast from the past. I’ve always liked hats - they make me feel like something is helping me hold my head together.

As an adult I wear hats because my skin is weirdly sensitive to most sunscreens because of aloe vera. Yeah, I’m allergic to it, because it gives me something like a sunburn. Yay for wide brimmed hats!

This little guy was a paranormal kid in an extremely religious environment. There can’t be any trauma there, could there?

Oceans.

This is the archive of what I’ve been scribbling away at for years. I don’t know if I’ll be able to complete these projects or not, so here they are. The Rhymes and Scribbles are completely enter at your own risk. If you enjoy a read here, you may buy me a book.

It’s been decades since I’ve rewritten or reviewed some of this, so please know that these projects are remembrances of previous versions of myself, which are obsolete.

Previous versions of me are obsolete. I don’t agree now with everything I’ve ever said. This proves that when presented with data, I’m able to change my mind, just like the normal folks. I’ve had thousands of versions of myself. Many of them were weird. Apologies to everybody! I got over it… mostly.

I’m posting older material here to prove that I’ve evolved. I’m posting here as part of my authenticity, my transparency about myself. I’ve had a human life, and this page is about that - before I started making headlines.

Neurospicy

ADHD, Autism, OCD, anxiety, depression, and I stopped digging after that because it’s just all of the alphabet soup. Yes, I’m on a medicine. No, it doesn’t fix much. I’ve stopped masking my differentness, and I hope this is an inspiration to everybody who is misunderstood. I’ve found a way to let my ADHD and Autism work together, and I think I’ve survived the effort.

Since we’re noticing so much more of these conditions in other people, let’s redouble efforts to really understand mental differentnesses. It’s not a disability. It’s not a measure of my mental “health”. My brain isn’t sick. It’s just special. We need a new term for the collection of people who identify with the spectrum other than “Mental Health” issues. Let’s just say “Neurospicy”. I think the “mental health” moniker is the next pejorative that needs to disappear.

I know what it’s like to have anxiety so bad I had to punch a wall. I know what it’s like to be so abysmally depressed that an entire day disappeared just staring out the window without the slightest idea of what I wanted to do. At the same time.

If you’re also neurospicy, I have your back. I’ve decided to let everything just hang out and if people don’t understand my differentness, it’s not my problem. You don’t have to keep masking your symptoms. People’s reactions to you are not your problem. You are a soul. You are the same as anybody else as far as rights, independence, and finding your own path forward. I’ll try to help as I can, but I’m still figuring this out as I go. okay?

I wear many hats.

Literally - because I can’t find sunscreen that I like to use. And because I collect weird stuff because… I’m just flat out neuro-spicy, mkay?
Figuratively - because I always end up wearing all the hats on the job. I don’t think these days will be any different.