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Insanity by Increments Exclusive iBooks Version 2015 is due for completion before the end of January.  Publication will follow shortly after completion of final proofread.  For e-Pub version readers, the 2015 Insanity by Increments e-Pub Version 2015 is in the works.  Please be patient.  Thank you for your support!

Excerpt from my debut collection of poetry, The Darkest Day: Leviathan of Night

Excerpt from Insanity By Increments iBooks Exclusive Version 2015

Here is another excerpt from a story in Insanity By Increments, Stories, to be released in January 2015.  Enjoy:

I stared at Saul’s picture, knowing I would never see him the same way again. In his grave, his remains slept soundly. I awoke each day, realizing that I would have to soldier on without him. Heaven help me, I thought aloud at times, for I had never been brave enough. I feared the worst. There would be no triumph over tragedy. There was only a man standing before his son’s grave, with a hand covering half his face with grief. Melancholy would follow all his days and all his nights; sorrow would taint his hapless smile.

In the wake of loss, and the subsequent ruination of it all, there spoke a truth that all men had to know. The world rises anew as man mourns its fall. But Saul? His death meant the end of everything I held dear.

He would come to my dreams sometimes. His face had a ghostly pallor, and his eyes were distressed. I didn’t quite know how to tell him that life had ceased to mean anything to me. The house felt like a crypt. All day long, I brooded in the darkness. All these years, I’ve lived an illusion of progress.

Rest in Peace, Mark Strand

As some of you may know, former Poet Laureatte of the United States and Pulitzer Prize winner Mark Strand just passed away this December.  He was a venerable influence in my writing.  I had asked him to relay some opinions about my first release, The Darkest Day, and he responded with an email, saying "Keep it up!"  Words cannot express the sorrow after his loss.  He will be missed.  Rest in peace, Mr. Strand.

Light the candles, friends.