MAY 13



I talk about “new” a lot thru out, this site, my poetry and my life. Change is often the only way I see, means to my destiny. A love, after loss. Change is the world’s colliding. Inside and out.

I’m ambitious. Dreams bigger than my big ass head. The weight of which crushes me, but drives greater and greater content. Perhaps someday, I’ll adapt closer to the greatness, I aspire; with my creations. To the heights of a free and well connected creator. Bound not by money or influence, but by my own hands.

Til then, I rearrange and reassess everything. Please bare with me, as I attempt the next change, of this website







A renaissance of soul. Seeded in school and the bible. A truth. A freedom. Serving something outside myself. Chains broken, but I am still bound by a new lights change.

Film is my next medium of expression. Been working on some stuff recently. But I digress. This has nothing to do with poetry.

Rather an impression of my recent dabblings, of  comics. Being sold, this time!!

No rhymes are related. Just a thing. So please consider buying regardless. Enjoy and godbless




Post panic attack


The death days have faded with a new light. Felt peace thru the bible and a joy in the lords word.

Never thought myself as a Jesus guy, but there is something beautiful, about the new testament.  Something wonderful, to the holy bible. A lovely power found in the midst of a suicidal spiral, that I though may finally take me. Out of everything i tried. The story of Christ would be salvation.

Don’t know how to express these feelings yet and my expression will be changing soon anyways, so who knows. Hello film! Hallelujah amen!




Half of nothing


Been going thru some mental shit of recent. Gothic gusto and suicidal struts, fill an empty cup of holy water.

This melancholy, is likely just a valentines prelude and general realization of my utter shittiness as a human being, but maybe im just drawn to my own oblivion. I dont know, but i have a constant desire to scream. I get it out on paper though.

I often fear i can never redeem myself. For all the wasted time and poor decisions, I’ve made. The corruption I succumbed to, in the name of living. I dont know how to forgive myself or be forgiven by those I’ve wronged. I often wonder if i can ever really be happy or in love or innocent again. Wonder why the fuck im here at all, other than for other people and a far away hope.

Oh well, its weirdly good inspiration for recent projects. That and artwork & school are more important, than joy and love for now.

Well enough of that emo rant.

Heres a work that tells a pretty personal and pertinent story of dreams end and a phantoms search for life.




The fourth installment in this dark surrealist tale. Five and six are illustrated and should be coming very soon, in completed form.



January 13

13 diamonds


The days after the new year, have been shiney and promising. School is in full swing and i’m loving it, on many levels. Meeting my people, embracing academia, challenging myself in many ways and working hard for the success i crave. Its also really quiet on campus, which is amazing. My apartment is fucking loud.

Due to current work load and past works compiled, posts might be a somewhat older in content, for a little while. Some very new expressions are coming this way though. Not limited to a cooking show, a series of limited edition prints and masks. Also probably a vlog or some shit, so i can update on that, instead of this.

For now, here are some lists i did as fun filler in waiting rooms and a book full of diamonds in the rough, crafted while working at the indian casino


TOP 13


Anime, TV, movies and music. All ranked and a thirteenth of the way complete. Part 2 will feature videogames, books and people.



Unpolished Edition

The third installment in the casino canon. Made in a very shiney fine time. Money, muses, friends, fun and glimmering dreams of success and love. The fourth book, “Book of Hearts” and its follow up, “Germany Diary” likely wont be published any time soon, due to the difficulty of revisiting its contents. Got about six more poetry books to post though, so maybe i’ll find someone else to transcribe em, in the meantime. For now enjoy this diamond in the rough.


December 13

Boxes in squares


The last month of minimyst and the prelude to CJT 2019. Many overhauls and updates to follow.

Here’s a comic collection, compiled from thru out the last 3 years. A volume 2 shouldn’t be long. Still sifting thru tons of old material and trying to play catch up to my current creation pace.

Thanks for stickin’ with me, thru all the chaos. You fans mean the world to me. Hope your holidays are joyous and full of completion.



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111 boxey pages, of fucked up fun.


November 13



Post late due to a few technical difficulties. More material coming, before the end of the week. Much more to come next month, once it’s all figured out.

Been working hard and made a few tech/personal breakthrus recently. Got a lot to show very soon.

Please Enjoy The first part in my portfolio presentation:



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360° artwork. Full circles, imperfect cycles and rotations galore.


October 13

New career/ new town/ Same old


Been reclaiming my passions and crafting a truer identity. What was broken is mended in mystery glue. What became void, is being painted over. The world i gave and had ruined, is entering a new season of growth. A renaissance is under way, m’ friends.

Here’s a poetry book, soon to be physically published by Dark House, in early 2019. Read it, while its still free!

Book Of Clubs

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Join the clubs.

September 13

Low hiatus 


Slowly recovering, in reckless beautiful ways.

Got some travel pictures from Japan, The American West and Germany, as well as new novel writings in the works and old poetry books to post here, in the next couple months. For now, enjoy the rather relevant complete list that is…

101 Meloncholy Remedies

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Happy! happy! happy!

August 13

No more muses


Hard to continue this website, the path of art or my life.

I recently lost my muse, best friend and lover, in germany. It was bitter, painful and confusing. I feel damaged beyond repair and it may take a long time before I can create again.

Life is dim at the moment, but I’m taking steps to prevent complete loss. Holding on hope, but it’s getting harder everyday.

I’ve got many books of poetry to share and some 2018 art, if I can find time and drive. Here’s one recently transcribed online. Old works may be all I can do for awhile.


Book Of Spades

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The first of four casino chapters in 2017. Hope ya dig it.


101 Depression Remedies


Some more depression remedies, from someone at the ledge. 34-66

July 13

Killer filler



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End your sadness! 1-33




Newly edited editions and a new home for future works. Full length releases will be coming in late November. Poetry books coming before. Until then, enjoy Desert Of Dreams, Drawn, and Mall Cop Chronicles, in free digital form.




June 13

Fuck Paul Blart!




Mall Cop Chronicles

A holiday season, in hell.


May 13

Love On The Road: Revisited


Took a magical month long break, to spend some time with my beautiful returned muse. Feeling recharged, dreamy and full of heart. Lots of new energy to pour into art.

In August, I’ll be Moving to Germany with the lovely lady, to pursue art full time, for the first time in my life. So the next 3 months are gonna be pretty damn busy, but many works are on the way.

Expect great things in the year ahead.



April 13

3rd Draft 


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An illustrated poem story, wrote in 2017 and edited into book form, in 2018. It is a dark psychedelic tale of a masked cloaked figure, wandering a desolate desert, in search of life .
The first 3 parts are being offered as a free downloadable e-book. Plans for a physical release of the full 13 part book, are underway.



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A minimal mystical comic story series, featuring surreal expressions of extra-personal possession and dealings with the greater unknown.
Here is vol. 1 of this experimental little project.



March 13

Power is back on


Bought a laptop recently, from all the soul sucking work i’ve been consumed by, at the indian casino.

Have been fuckin’ around with publishing software, in my scarce free time.

Books coming soon, with other surprises.



High Lights 







ART 2017





No Future. No Past


Accidentally deleted a year’s worth of content on here. Cell phone editing fucking sucks ass. Can’t wait for a laptop

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