Spring brought the soft;
days alight like gas lamps past midnight
libations and communications
soft words hand scrawled with intent;
Summer scorched smiles slip
afternoon heat smothered discourse,
sent my heart home sunburned;
Autumn tiptoed around golden & ochre confetti
cool silence on the breeze,
unrequited spring days seem eons past;
Frozen promises hang from gutters,
drop & shatter in thick white drifts
the soft nothing more
than Winter’s victim
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I am the co-host and creator of "The Science Fiction Show" podcast with my good friends Keith Houin and Michael Wistock. Join us each Friday for a look at all things Sci-Fi in the world of pop culture, TV, film and more. How? Easy! 

My Science Fiction Show crew and I have started reading submissions for "Battlespace." Goal is to have them read and decided upon by April 6. Thanks to everyone who submitted.
My short story, "The Lives Magda Made," was accepted into the horror anthology, "No Rest for the Wicked" from Rainstorm Press. The book is due out in May 2012.
I write a regular humor & lifestyle column at "An Army of Ermas." You can catch up on all my columns