Cat-tain’s Log: Episode 006

Cat-tain's Log Episode 006

Pictured above is Riley with his birth brother, Malley. Malley is goofy like his brother, but in a more subdued way. He can be shy, but he loves containers and is very, very smart. Riley is a burrower, be it Read More…

Cat-tain’s Log: Episode 005

Cat-tain's Log Episode 005

Riley was one of the cutest kittens ever. Even at age 13, he still has these moments when it’s sunny where he reverts back to kitten-hood. He zips around the house, dribbling toys across the floor and meowing like he’s Read More…

Cat-tain’s Log: Episode 004

Cat-tain's Log Episode 004

I’ve always thought cats had to be alien creatures. Unlike dogs, who wish to please humans, cats have their own agendas. They do what they want, when they want. If you ask them to do something, they only do it Read More…

Cat-tain’s Log: Episode 003

Cat-tain's Log Episode 003

If you’re a cat owner, you know that cats carry an air of superiority around with them. After all, they were worshiped by many cultures, including the Egyptians. Many religious mythologies point to cats playing a role in both the gods Read More…

Cat-tain’s Log: Episode 002

Cat-tain's Log Episode 002

Riley never ceases to amaze me with his ability to look smug. Especially when I’ve said something stupid. If I’m afraid of something, he’s a mighty hunter who will swoop in and save the day, but cthulhu forbid I say Read More…

Cat-tain’s Log

I’ve been playing with the idea of creating a webcomic for a while, but one holdback I had was the amount of time it takes to draw one. I love doing art, don’t get me wrong, but drawing and inking Read More…

Cat-tain’s Log: Episode 001

Cat-tain's Log Episode 001

In between novels and short stories, I’ve been wanting to do a webcomic, specifically one featuring my cats. While I can draw, it takes an inordinate amount of time to draw a webcomic, so I’ve decided to feature my photography Read More…

Published on the Moon!

When did it happen?

Our love was something to make the heavens sing, yet I turned around to find myself alone.

The darkness of your absence eclipsed any joy that filled me with light.

When did I stop being beautiful?

When did you stop desiring me?

Love is eternal, or so the poets say, yet somewhere across the years, we fell out of step. Like the gear shifts of a machine, our parts thrown out of sync in a moment.

Was it desperation that drove you into another’s arms, or was it something I did? Perhaps something I didn’t do?

< No. >

Too faint, I ignore the voice in the distance. Its fierceness reminds me of you, you know. Read More…