Lessons

I was in the shadows behind his head when he started to come around but I kept silent because that’s part of it. Despair felt like a stone in the middle of my body and my tongue was a bar of copper in my mouth. I knew the script because I wrote it but it…


Darkness and Hell’s Own Light

(Author’s Notes: This is a rough that I will update continually until I get it down in a readable format. Please, forgive the haphazard execution. This IS a work in progress. Thank you for your patience. Parsing into yearly chronology to better order this thing. I will never publish this anywhere else – I am averse to…


You Won’t Read This

    I don’t mean to make you feel badly about it.  This is a blog with some mediocre prose on it.  It isn’t important to anyone but myself and I didn’t start this with the idea that I’d get discovered by some bored literary agent.  I’m not doing this for myself.  That’s not in…


Change The Lyrics: America the Beautiful

    Now, this one is going to make people mad but that’s alright; I was angry when I wrote it so the response would be proper.  My frustration tends to vent verbally and, if I’m in a musical mood, I’ll whip up things like this.  Yes, people are going to hate me for this……


Change The Lyrics: Modern Major General

  A long time ago, in a middle school that isn’t that far away, I auditioned for the school band.  They tried me on every instrument they could drag forth and I clicked with the trumpet.  So, for many years, it was me and a silver King 501 with pearl-inlaid piston valves and a brass…


Tell It Like It Is

  Blasphemy turns me on. That’s a grabber of a sentence, ain’t it? Yeah, my tweak is a blasphemous one. I got no problem whatsoever with the occasional nun’s habit but if you hit me with a wooden ruler, I will punch you in the face. My freak doesn’t include pain. I’ve tasted pain you…


New Default Avatar

  I’ve changed the default avatar because it’s my site and I wanted some Deadpool on it somewhere.  Here it is!     You’re welcome. ~SLM  


Pretty Monsters

  The sidewalk was empty and I was alone. I love to be alone. I am free to be myself, without fear or restraint. It is rare to find time alone within a large city except during certain hours of the night; and, while three A.M. is not the best time to be out and…


I’m Going To Do Something Insane

  I’ve re-read some of my old stories in trying to put something up here on the site.  I was a shitty writer back in the day.  Not sure I’m better now, really, but I’m looking at this stuff and it’s making my fingers itch to go back in time and slap myself.  What a douchebag…


Another Zelaznyism

  This hit me like a brick the first time I read it.  It still packs quite the punch.   Benedict grunted. He was still holding the Jewel, a much dimmer red than it had been so recently.   “True,” he finally said. “The Pattern is safe now. I wish . . . I wish…