Tag Archives: creative writing

You Can’t Tuna Fish

 

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When he was young, Ed was beaten by bullies because he couldn’t get into his locker fast enough. Goddamn combination lock.

After graduation, he enrolled in a key-making school where he learned to make a wide variety of keys – for the home, for lock boxes and safes, and even for skeletons.

He had a child. She would never suffer as he had. She would be safely surrounded by keys.

He spent the next twenty years working 16 hour days, 7 days a week. Eventually he had enough money.

He bought her a piano.

She never learned to play.

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F*ed Up Fairy Tales. New Story!

It’s been a slow year on the publishing front. Many things cooking on the stove but not much to nibble on.

But there is this little snicker-snack. Fresh and ready, my latest published work is now available.

I’ve had my way with a beloved fairy tale character. Here is our offspring, hanging out with the equally twisted children of authors Alex. S. Johnson and Berti Walker.

See it on Amazon (sigh, I know) HERE.

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I Performed in a Tattoo Shop.

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Recently I performed at a tattoo shop with several other talented writers.
 
Here is the evidence. Enjoy.
 

A recent live reading.

Last week I was honored to read along with the other finalists (and winner) of the There Will Be Words 2015 series.

I hope you have time to check it out!

https://thedrunkenodyssey.com/2016/05/14/episode-206-the-best-of-there-will-be-words/

A Complete Literary Conference on YouTube!

Recently I was a panelist at Litlando, a new one-day literary conference here in Orlando.

The complete conference is now on YouTube.

I sat on the Weird Fiction panel, naturally.

Enjoy a full day of panels and lectures — for FREE.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLg-TKhQp7AqFbx4ykk4ZkMxdpl-EJV_un

Present and Accounted For

It’s been a tough rough time of it

I’ve had some setbacks and

Push forwards

Now

It seems to be coming around again

I just have to kick a little ass

Real quick

And I should be back to

Where I was

Supposed to be

About

Now.

.

.

.

I’m so ready!

I Wonder If I Will Read This

There are a few versions of me running around these days.

 

There’s the guy I used to be.

 

There’s the guy before that, who nobody liked, who has lately been using my body.

 

There’s the true me, the man I am supposed to be.

 

There’s the guy that’s trapped, brain and heart frozen. He’s the guy that wakes up every morning.

 

There’s the guy that everyone thinks I am. He’s nowhere to be seen (by me).

 

I’ve been frozen for a while now. Stuck in a place, like a ghost, haunting all the spots.

 

This was the year that I split into shards.

 

I don’t think anyone noticed. I think that’s a good thing.

 

I hope I can find them all, scattered across the many lives that I live.

 

I will pick them up, one by one, and catalog them.

 

I will coat them with glue and stick them together and make a whole.

 

If the glue dries well, you will hardly get to see the cracks.

 

Where the broken pieces of me have fused.

 

But don’t push on the pieces or they may break into many more.