I hate talking about the weather yet I can't stop writing about it.
Is it part of life's obnoxious duality? The thing you despise is the thing that obsesses you?
These are things that I don't like but yet which fascinate me: bright blue sky (translates into a hot day), and a metal utility pole next to a traffic signal (cars, driving, roads). You have nature, engineering, and art, wrapped up in a messy, sunshiny image.
I don't know what it means. I just know that I can't stop looking.
There's a shadow constantly hovering at my shoulder. For all my gallivanting into the social whirl, nevermind the positive social media...
Ever wondered what it takes to get a piece of fiction published? I'm not talking New Yorker type of prose. That's a rarefied world ...
Check out my new video, a brief reading from a story published this past spring in Opossum.
Welp, after a half-year experiment in social media, BSP has returned to its blogger roots. I hated Faceborkland, tbh. Sure, it was easier t...