The Round Table 22: Savior

Friday was release day for a book I wrote called Beacon, book one of the Nation of Five series. The book is about young men and an impossible task they set before themselves. Well, I know a lot about impossible tasks. I’m a DID survivor who suffers from hallucinations. I have bipolar and Non-24-Hour Sleep-Wake Disorder. Getting… Continue reading The Round Table 22: Savior

Rise of the Storyteller 30: The Four Queens

I won’t talk about my sophomore year. I plotted my own death three times that year. I ran with the worst people I could find. I hurt people, and myself. I dated a spattering of girls I left behind me like a carpet of broken hearts. I had been abandoned and it was drying me… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 30: The Four Queens

Rise of the Storyteller 26: Less No More

You gotta understand, she had done this before. In seventh grade, I had a friend. Best friend. Well, what I thought was a best friend, named Blank. One day he had a birthday party at his house. The entire church youth group was invited and we all came. There was hair band music. Cake and… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 26: Less No More

Rise of the Storyteller 25: The Undeniable D

I’m not worried about sticking the landing, as much as the mount. Both are important when talking about D. However, his impact on my life is undeniable, irrefutable and devastating. You cannot begin to understand the rise of my art, the goals of my life, and the place I now find myself without understanding his… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 25: The Undeniable D

Rise of the Storyteller 24: Pop

Sixth grade in Slinger came in roaring. Girls, jacket, middle school, Ruffle, X, Grr, Jazz, G.I. Joe and Way Cool Junior. However, when I got to Waynesville, Missouri, and went to the last two weeks of sixth grade in a totally new school, with totally new kids, in a totally new town, I found it… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 24: Pop

In the Name of the Father 23: Shade

Naked and burning in the sun, Pain walks out into the desert and lets the sand burn his feet. He lets the rage burn his heart and wonders why he should be here. So many terrible things happened on God’s watch. How can he even start to think about working it all out? When the… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 23: Shade

In the Name of the Father 20: Guardian

As Guardian walks the desert, he feels the sun. He is hungry and he drops the bottle of Fighting Cock in his hand. It lands tip down and in moments, all the bourbon has drained into the sand. He stumbles on sobbing. In the distance he sees an object and turns his feet in that… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 20: Guardian

In the Name of the Father 9: Sasquatch Part 3

Does the Lord delight in my work? The question came to me after a talk with Sasquatch. See, my work is dark. I wrote Chaste and was told by a reviewer that it was evil. She told me she and her husband did not want a Jesse Teller book ever sent to them again. There… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 9: Sasquatch Part 3

In the Name of the Father 7: Harmony Part 1

I had never felt anything like it before. I don’t even think it was the sermon that brought me out of my seat in the pew and forward to the pastor’s call. It was the way I had felt since I walked in the building. I had been told to shake all the men’s hands… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 7: Harmony Part 1

In the Name of the Father 5: The Rise of Rose

I said a cuss word and my mother slapped me. This is not unnormal. Mothers have been slapping cursing kids for as long as there have been mothers, cursing, and kids, but this time she did it with a snarl. “How dare you use that language in my house!” she snapped. She lifted her fist… Continue reading In the Name of the Father 5: The Rise of Rose