Since we’re one month away from the release of The Lion Eating the Sun, here’s a teaser of the upcoming collection’s contents, a partial list of poem titles anyway. Some you might have read already (e.g., “Mandy”, “Maybe”, “The Purple Lady”, “Too Soon”), some still remain in the vault (e.g., “Nessie”, “The Alchemist”, “Hey Little Johnny”, “The Black Sheep”). “How I Know I Love You” is sacred. I've had it in the vault for a long time and refused to share to the world. This time around, it’s ready. “Nessie” was inspired by a Twitter game. “You Who Don’t Know Him” gave me “Scarlet Forever” feels.Read More
Happy 1st birthday to my son, I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me. I labored you for 3 years (and it thrilled me) and love you with my flesh, blood, sweat, tears, heart, spirit, and soul. I am proud of you and will be for eternity.
As a special celebration for this milestone, here are 10 trivia about the book.Read More
He is a fan of long lost lovers reuniting after years of separation.
She kills men by sleeping with them.Read More
Sometimes I find myself writing what seems to be endless drafts of a new writing assignment. When that's the case, I know either the topic lacks some depth or is completely the wrong one to write about. As I worked on my traditional end-of-year reflective blog post this month, I saw four drafts already on my digital notebook but I still felt the task was going nowhere.
The story wound up like this.
Xeno: I have every right to call 2017 my year of victory. After three years toiling for my debut novel I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me, it had finally moved from Xenosphere to Internetosphere. I've achieved one of my big dreams and I could call myself successful. On the other hand... blah, blah, blah... lukewarm reception for my indie book... blah, blah, blah... graphic design career that didn't take off... blah, blah, blah... sudden disappearance of someone dear to me... blah, blah, blah... so I'm going to call 2017 my year of humility!
Still, that didn't feel right.Read More
I'm happy to announce that my first fiction book Walden and Hyde (and Other Short Stories) is now available on Amazon. This Special Edition of the book contains early drafts of all the short stories and extra author notes, giving insight on the conception and evolution of this collection. I also invite you readers to have your own interpretation and analysis of the themes and messages of the work.Read More
Lucky. That’s what they called me. So I named myself that. My father, the owner of the hotel, he in the dark gray suit, said I should be that. My mother, standing next to my father as his business partner, reiterated I should be that. Their friends, faces I only glimpsed, for they kept twisting and turning, some yawning, some smiling, agreed I should be that. Two teenagers standing next to Mother, a brother and a sister, but siblings we were not, nodded that I should be that. The odd man in a white, billowing robe, splashing water on my bed, curtains, dresser, mirrors, and lamps, uttered a rigid invocation and prayed I should be that. They showered me with gold and silver coins, some clapping and some repeating my name, Lucky. I would bring them money.
Then they bolted through my door never to be seen again.
A gigantic insect almost made me cry. The threat of a small bug about to jump on our skin can make the hair on our arms stand. Imagine a giant bug doing that to you. If you don't shit your pants, then kudos to your guts of steel. However, it's not the event of a huge insect that pushed my eyes to welling with tears but it's death instead.Read More
My name is Xeno Hemlock and I have a confession to make. I killed Gina Watson, twice, and I loved her. But who the hell is Gina Watson?
Well, she was just the most important woman in my life for the past three years.
WARNING: Skinny Love and the Bagel and I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me spoilers ahead.Read More