ENGINE

Until Dawn was a film I made a few years back. It is terribly weak in many areas, namely proper lighting, camera movement and context. I di...

Memories of Ulenpor By Joshua Gates The smell of Ulenpor remains on my hands to this day, as do the colors, marring them with the dull ...

The sun cast a fleeting glow along the horizon, washing the M-caster in bruise colored light as it sliced out of the clouds. Its Verge powe...

One thing is, when one attempts to be a writer or a filmmaker, an artist or poet (what defines this?) is that one begins to dissect the piec...

"If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers." -Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainb...

I am in the October Issue with my story "See Here". http://www.kerouacsdogmag.com/

Received news that I am being published at Indigo Rising Magazine. My story All Spread Out was accepted there. Indigo's website is: htt...

A guy walks into a bar...stop me if you've heard this one...guy walks into a bar, sits down. Next to him is a guy from Indiana. At fir...

I'm all dried up, I say. All fucking dried up. He's like, well do something about it and all I can say is Man, I am so dried up. L...

You were once a thing and a function unto yourself. We miss you. All those conduits and you are a wonder still. Go back from whence you ca...

Bullfight critics, ranked in rows, Crowd the enormous plaza full. But only one is there who knows, And he's the man that fights the bull...

The air, down here, smells of the dead. It bleeds through the vastness of concrete sarcophagus, through these splintered and buried halls a...

Throw it into that swamp, way back there. Walk away. Let those things feed on it, grow on it. Give it some time and when you come back i...