It's not that I am - or have ever been - anywhere near smart enough to have some sort of grand design in my creative life. I didn't pay much attention in school, choosing instead to bury my face in books and comics of my own fancy.
Off the top of my head: The Cold Six Thousand, Cryptonomicon, Snow Crash, Brown's Requiem, Under the Banner of Heaven, Akira, The Dark Knight Returns, Lord of the Flies, Choirboys, Sin City, Watchmen, Fight Club, Haunted, Survivor, The Boys, DMZ, A Prayer for Owen Meany, Kingdom Come, Origin, Sin City, The Red Star, the Heir to the Empire Trilogy, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Jarhead, Darkly Dreaming Dexter, My War Gone By I Miss it So and Flags of our Fathers.
Favorite Authors
James Ellroy, Neal Stephenson, John Krakauer, Chuck Palahniuk, Garth Ennis, Brian Wood, Stan Lee, Christian Gossett, Frank Miller, Anthony Swofford, and Jeff Lindsay.
What I'm Reading
The first collected volume of Preacher, and DMZ volume seven.
My first book, Cop: A Novel, is going to be published by Oak Tree Press via Amazon.com's Kindle service. It should be available within a month, so those of you with at least seven dollars on your credit cards and either an iPhone or Kindle reader will be able to bask in the glory of my prose.I'm pleased with this. God knows the manuscript has been laying around for far too long. I'll keep ya'll ...
Independence Day in San FranciscoIndependence Day in San FranciscoLit by melancholy moonlightBrilliant explosions in the fogOf red, blue and white Thousands of spectatorsLine the chilly baysideBundled up in warm clothingLooking up towards the night In the center of the crowdThere's a young boy asleepDespite the thunderous roarsOf the repeated rocket flights His parents brought him downTo ...
My baby got doll’s eyes And it’s easy to see That even though they’re wide open They don’t see me My baby got doll’s eyes And she can’t barely breathe She’s been coughing up blood All over my sleeve My baby got doll’s eyes And there’s glass in her hair The night smells of airbag Noxious gas fumes in the air My baby got doll’s eyes And pale, cold, white feet Ejected from ...
