Souls travel in flocks, Santiago thought, leaning on the back wall in the hospital room, by a box of rubber gloves hanging from the wall. The aroma of rubber glove powder and salty cafeteria food churned his stomach. He slipped a mint from his pocket into his mouth.
At Halloween, I celebrate the symbols of death because after decades of trying, I still can’t control it.
It ain't nuclear weapons that ends the world. No zombies. True love kills humanity.
A few years ago, Blood Bound Books took a chance on me and published my horror hospital thriller, MERCY. Mercy is a catharsis about my experience fighting cancer turned into a metaphysical horror story. It's something I'm still processing and…
Still Point Arts Quarterly has published my essay, Healing from Cancer in the Gardens at Pennsbury Manor, and I’d like to share with you the story behind its creation.
Non-fiction writing has three major points that the author much consider: audience, concision and insights.
believe are true. They give us a hint into the greatest mystery of humankind: what comes after? Ghost stories reassure us and offer an insight into our own futures. They promise immortality.
To discover my mission, I had to come to terms with my illness. I had to accept that acceptance was not surrender.
My mission is simple, pure. I started with lofty and ambitious goals then struggled with a cycle of incredible success then stagnation. My disappointment intensified, and I nearly retreated to a comfortable…