Tag Archive: tarot writing challenge

A Foolish Journey now available!

After months of being delayed, I am proud to announce that my first ebook, “A Foolish Journey,” is now available for free download at this site! The product of a 78-day writing challenge,… Continue reading

“A Foolish Journey: Poetry, Prose and Plays on the Arcana” Cover and Release Date

As promised, the Tarot Project now has a name — “A Foolish Journey: Poetry, Prose and Plays on the Arcana” And also a cover! And, more importantly, a RELEASE DATE: JUNE 1, 2012!… Continue reading

The Tarot Writing Challenge: A Post-Script

78 days. 78 fucking days. And it’s over — the Tarot Writing Challenge is OVER. I am not a tarot reader by profession. I dabble, sure, every now and then, during parties and… Continue reading

The World

I Shall we cower in a bunker? Shall we read piles of books? Make amends with our parents? Or splurge on a Prius? Shall we hike through Zimbabwe? Shall we see all our friends?… Continue reading


This scene is set at one grave in a cemetery. A GUY enters, carrying a karaoke machine. He is in comfortable clothes, with a baseball hat on his head. He sets his player… Continue reading


There are bees in the balcony. They flutter around, attracted by light. They may also be drawn by dirty rooms or a couple cuddling while snoring inside. They cannot enter though — no… Continue reading

Bed of Roses

(Readers, I hope you have some patience for a ten-minute play) This is entirely fictional and is the product of the author’s own imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, places and events is… Continue reading

The Sun

The heat is up. It is an undying walk home. That treacherous journey from a to b. That pilgrimage that never ends, not even at its end. The rays strike me, sweat pours… Continue reading

Mind of Medea

Princess Medea was flown in from afar Miles away from her home in a golden chariot She practiced her craft under eye of Hecate In between passionate love with the prince Jason Until… Continue reading

Honest Fighting Drive

I remind myself that we are not together. Every car that passed by reminds me of yours. In anticipation, I lower my eyes, watching if you’ll come down. It is that dreadful split-second… Continue reading