This Game of Life: Part I
The murder happened by the water. Silvia knew who was responsible: Gerardo, the man of her dreams, her only love, the one who made her feel like she was the luckiest girl on earth.
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The murder happened by the water. Silvia knew who was responsible: Gerardo, the man of her dreams, her only love, the one who made her feel like she was the luckiest girl on earth.
Read More This Game of Life: Part IA few months ago I walked out of my house to find a razor sharp javelin stuck in the middle of my front door. It was at eye level, right where my forehead would have been if I’d opened the small window in the door. I guess if I’d looked, I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be dead.
Read More Trouble in ParadiseWe all have two parts to ourselves.
Read More CollisionHis words are a white dove that flies to a sacred destination, through the canyons of my brain, over the ocean of my inner body, and finally to the sacred mesa of my tattered heart.
Read More White DoveBut no, the big entrance door swung open and out of it came a woman dressed in a long black gown with a white covering on her head. I blinked, thinking surely I was dreaming. But she was still there, greeting us as we climbed out, saying “Welcome to the Sisterhood of Mary.” And with that welcome, in the space of a single day, we passed through the gates of heaven after escaping the gates of hell.
Read More At the Gates of Hell and of Heaventhe normalization of silence & fear “Why you fool, it’s the educated reader who CAN be gulled. All our difficulty comes with the others. When did you meet a workman who believes the papers? He takes it for granted that they’re all propaganda and skips the leading articles. He buys his paper for the football […]
Read More Death of Free SpeechI start here, on the night of November 6, 2016, the night Donald Trump became president. That night will forever be imprinted on my brain, driving from my home in Woodland Hills to Silvia’s sister’s house in Fontana. Fires blazed on the skyline. Police cars raced in the opposite direction on the freeway, sirens blaring, lights flashing. The country was on the verge of chaos, angered that this orange man bad had been elected, or so it seemed he would be.
Read More The Game of LifeMy one son has told me he knows of at least twenty youth he grew up with who lost their lives to drugs and/or suicide. One was his best friend.
Read More Ode to the Youth of the SFVthe last chapter of luminaria! Since December, Terror House Magazine has been publishing installments of my science fiction novel, Luminaria. Now we’ve reached the last chapter…or is it? I’m already working on the next ten chapters. Over these past few months this has given me a chance to see reactions and make changes so that […]
Read More Upside Down: Maviswhat’s next for lance rey? Totally mapped out LUMINARIA II and started writing the first chapter, Jungle Fever: Naomi. The thing about these books is each chapter is the story of a different woman, with each chapter creating an ever widening and complex web, so I don’t think there’s been a book like that before. […]
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