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  • 2d Poetry & Prose WIP

    December 11th, 2020

    So, I’ve started to look at Interactive Fiction and Visual Novels as a way to share my work and design multiple stream narratives and evolving poetry. I’ve spent the last month investigating Twine, Game Book Maker and options for creation (inclusing 2d software such as Cartoon Animator 4 from Reallusion for my workflows. There’s lots to like and consider as I experiment.

    Here’s a simple sad sack character that I upload an AI voice to based on my own work and poetry. He wobbles drunkenly in place and talks about his trials and errors. It’s an engaging and fun process to design work like this. I’m not sure where any of this is going – but that’s the joy of this work too – the experimentation, the discovery process and the evolution of my own artistry.

  • Latest Novel Update

    November 26th, 2020
    Thankful that I’ve busted 400 pages in #NaNoWriMo with the end in sight. Just about to have my second unit Neo-Nazi #BunchaFuckingGoofs get taken down by #MedievalReinactors as my main unit shoots the #Kumate death match with #Eurotrash #SnuffFilm assholes.

  • Interactive Fiction Rabbit Hole

    November 22nd, 2020

    Hypertext and #IF were the first games back in the 80’s when computers were just a gleam in the eyes of many. My first gaming experience was in a parser story trying to figure out which way to go typing in terse little commands – go left, open door, pick up whatever – and I found it frustrating trying to figure out syntax and orient myself in this new space.

    Cut to 40 years later and I find a scene that has richly evolved using software like #Twine to develop a whole creative narrative stream outside of RPG quests and inventory stacking.

    As a writer, as an artist – hell, as a poet, I’m always expanding and exploring and looking for that next high. I’ve always been an addict looking for that personal hit. Cinema did it forever, live-action and animation and my entire professional output and career have been in service to this form. And now writing, third-person novels, first person poems and other flash stories, short-story journeys and even a memoir mashed up with a drug dealing murder mystery/ crime spree that reinvents my history as a farcical fatal fantasy fiction.

    Yet – it’s still wanting my work, that is. Or at least still not the ‘droid I was looking for. Cut to #IF – interactive fiction – a ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ platform that doesn’t have to be about actually RPG questing. There are poets, storytellers and writing visionaries creating next level mutable fiction that twists and warps and changes as the reader navigates the interactive links – and it’s glorious. I’m attaching links to a couple recent IF favorites that I played/read/engaged with this weekend and a link to a rabbit hole of content that is a constant source of inspiration and imagination.

    IF has come so far in 40 years and I have so much to learn and contribute and play and read and enjoy. And I choose this new path happily. No longer confined to just one meaning or view, I can explore and provide deeper dives into my characters, location, meaning, intent, opinion and even change my own mind halfway through or allow the reader to have the agency to do whatever they want with the story. This can be glorious or frustrating or engaging or stupid or funny or sad or (make a choice) which leads me further on. It’s up to me. Or you?

    Turn the page for links to the wonderful Springthing 2020 IF contenders and two separate linked games – ‘Gunbaby’ and ‘Sabbat’ that a) blew my mind b) changed my creative life c) encouraged me to learn even more about this creative wellspring.

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  • wood and bubblegum

    November 20th, 2020

    So, I’m falling in love with working with #twine as I publish my poetry prose and alternative fiction exercises. It’s a wild and sensitive and personal world out there in IF – interactive fiction – and the possibilities are endless.

    https://jgesq.itch.io/wood-and-bubblegum

  • Gary, IN

    October 30th, 2020

    It was the kinda town that made you lock your car doors and take a little more care next to the locals. Every vehicle had an angry dent or masking tape and Bondo barely holding it together as you hip-check together along rutted and forgotten streets. Overhead, traffic lights flashed hard red only instead of the usual three – as if to warn you, here there be tygers. I drove into Gary, my neck aching from tracking the battered tin can cars and the slouched forms glaring out from shuttered storefronts. It wasn’t so much a town as it was a funeral procession in slow motion with a corpse more likely to steal your wallet than lay down easy. It was my kinda place.

  • Writing A Novel

    October 16th, 2020

    I’ve been gearing up for November and prepping my latest novel. I’m not cutting back on writing poetry but I am fully committed to my latest book. It’s been a joy to discover this story and my long in gestation move to long form.

  • 4 Cents More

    September 27th, 2020

    He wasn’t happy.

    His bean cans were 4 cents more

    Abandoning them

    I should have paid for his food

    Instead of letting him leave.


    In the grocery store today, I watched an old man frustrated at the prices of his food. Three cans of beans and a box of Saltine crackers. The bill was only $2.49 and he fought with the cashier about the pricing. She checked, he was wrong and I missed the chance to help.

  • Old Man Runs

    August 1st, 2020

    Old Man running hard

    Shirt off, feet slapping the dirt

    Breath locamotive

    Panting in lockstep rigor

    He races to stave off death


    Every morning at 7:30 am, a senior jogger runs topless down my street eyes focused on a finish line only he can see.

  • Dollar Bills in Hand

    July 5th, 2020

    At a funeral

    Dollar bills in corpse’s hand

    For Grandpa’s stripper

    “He gets table dances still,”

    Said his grandson to me there.


    I was at a visitation last week for one of my wife’s colleagues from the flea market. She’d lost her husband to cancer and he was decked out at a local funeral home. Open casket visitations are never my favorite but they were proud of how good he looked. Dressed in a t-shirt (‘I love my grandkids’) and red baseball cap, his coffin draped with the US flag, he held a handful of dollar bills to pay for his lap dances in Heaven.

  • Inconvenience

    June 17th, 2020

    Food falls in my mask

    Hanging around my neck now

    Inconvenience


    Amazed at the number of people not wearing proper masks or ignoring basic health protocols due to inconvenience. Citing petty and lazy concerns over personal safety.

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