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Wilma & Betty (a short). Episode I

Transmitted on Friday, February, 5th, 2010 in New Stuff , Wilma & Betty

The Further Adventures of Wilma & Betty

Episode I:  Start the Revolution

It started one day because Wilma just got fed up with cleaning up Dino’s dino droppings that were always springing up on Fred’s favorite Saber-toothed rug. And when she wasn’t trying to get that smell out of the rug she was cleaning up whatever mess Pebbles and Bam-Bam had managed to make. Jesus Christ, that damned Bam-Bam was always breaking the bamboo dishes or the granite coffee mugs or putting cracks on the marble coffee table that Fred bought with his Christmas bonus.

“Dammit Betty, can’t you keep that kid of yours home sometimes? Let him bam-bam and break up your fine China set hand made and imported from the Yangtze Rock delta.”

“Don’t talk to me, Wilma. My house is already broken up. I can’t do a damned thing about that boy. Barney’s got him spoiled rotten. He thinks Bam-Bam’s gonna be some big time Slateball star and make it to the major leagues the way he never did. Damned men, always trying to cling to some glory they never even had.”

“Tell me about it. It’s the same thing with Fred. ‘I coulda’ been a football star! I coulda been a football star.’ Yeah, and I coulda been married to Brad Pittstone but it just didn’t work out that way. I coulda been a lot of things if I’d been given half a chance and a set of stones between my legs, but you don’t see me clinging to that, do you? Do you hear me whining?”

“So, Wilma, what’s the solution?”
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Wilma & Betty: Episode X

Transmitted on Sunday, January, 31st, 2010 in New Stuff , Wilma & Betty

Here’s the full story read on Saturday, Jan 30th at Jengo’s Playhouse at the latest installment of The Cure for the Common Reading. I’ll leave it here for about a week, then probably take it down. I may or may not try to actually send it out somewhere!

Hope you all enjoy!


The Further Adventures of Wilma & Betty:
Episode X: How It Does or Does Not End

(Dedicated to Bill Shipman)

It was 4:59 on a Friday afternoon and outside the 1st National Bank of Bedrock the sky was gray. A steady, dreary rain was falling. The two women just did make it through the front door of the bank as the clock struck 5 pm. The security guard pulled the door shut behind them and closed the lock home.

He was a young, broad-shouldered boy. Reminiscent of a young Dennis Quaidstone.

To be sure, he was handsome. A handsome boy that might someday ripen into a handsome man—if his life was long enough and hard enough and he made just enough bad decisions.

“You ladies got lucky,” the young guard said, smiling a perfect smile.

Betty grinned, looking both guilty and disingenuous.

Wilma sighed. “Yes,” she said. “We did get lucky.” She smiled an apology.

Then she pulled out her pistol and shot the young guard just above the knee.

He crumpled with a scream.

“Here we go,” Wilma said.

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Graphic Poetry Project: Part 1

Transmitted on Wednesday, November, 4th, 2009 in Heroes & Myth , New Stuff , Poetry

This is a sample from a project I’m currently working on that, much like my writing, combines poetry and comic books.  This project will be my attempt to create a graphic poetry collection based on my manuscript “…hide behind me…” which was my thesis and which has had much success in individual poem publications.

Where my poetry tends to pull the comic book world into it, this project is an attempt to fuse the two worlds evenly.  This sample is from VERY early in the project’s development, but still something I thought I’d share as I believe this project will come out to be something very special in the end.  Enjoy.

(Note:  This character is NOT Batman (the funky haircut probably gave that away. Ha!)  He’s a lifelong criminal by the name of Iron Man Vasquez who, for a moment, tried to redeem himself by pretending to be a hero.  The poems here reflect his thoughts as he looks back on his life in his dying moments.)

Artwork by Federico Zumel

Artwork by Federico Zumel

Chewing the Bones of Teenage Love

In school together, she and I ain’t talked.
I was the big, mean demon her old man
told her would hurt her deep. He said I’d stalk
and rape and kill her. “That’s all his kind can

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“We Call This Thing Between Us Love” now for sale

Transmitted on Tuesday, August, 18th, 2009 in New Stuff , Poetry , Welcome

I am very proud to announce that my first poetry collection, We Call This Thing Between Us Love, is now available for advance ordering from Main Street Rag. The release date is December 13 but it’s available for pre-ordering right now.  And, more importantly, pre-ordering saves you money!

We Call This Thing Between Us Love

We Call This Thing Between Us Love

The book is $9.00 if purchased in advance and $14.00 after release. So save some cabbage and buy in advance!


Here’s where you go to buy the book:

And here’s the bio page (which has samples):

Blurbs about the book:
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