I wrote fanfic for a while, but now I'm doing this.

Check it out and feel free to contact me if you've got anything to say.

Thanks.

What an elder sees sitting; the young can’t see standing

– Ibo Proverb

Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,
only a wound that love had opened.

I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth
or the blood that rose into the silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!

That is why when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose
the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped wine

the geysers flooding from deep in its vault:
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.

-Pablo Neruda

"On sleepless roads the sleepless go

May angels lead you in"

-Jimmy Eat World

"Hear You Me"

Bleed American (DreamWorks Records; 2001)

UPDATE: 5/31/10

Desperately seeking beta for myriad of possibly terrible writing projects. Mostly queer-themed. Compensation will be in the form of virtual cookies, eternal gratitude, and tit-for-tat style offering of looking over any work you feel needs beta-ing. PM me.