Most of these chapbooks are out-of-print, but there are still a few hanging around somewhere if you're industrious enough to find them. The chapbook seems to have been replaced by the e-book, but there's something to be said about the old saddle-stitched chap. It shaped me as a writer, and I'd be a fool to ignore or forget these collections.
HONEY, I'M HOME
In Honey, I’m Home, I introduce a motley cast of characters, from alcoholic neighbors to sages at the Home Depot. At times, the poetry will sojourn into the surreal---sharing coffee with Depression and receiving visits from the ghosts of ex-girlfriends. This chronicles the birth of my first child through my first year of marriage. Fun stuff.
A chapbook of short fiction, Labor Day follows on the heels of my first full-length collection, Frostbite, bringing together a cast of blue-collar characters that include an afflicted smalltown journalist, an overweight former-gun seller with a penchant for pillows, and a record store nerd with unremitting urges for bad behavior.
SEASONS FROM THE SECOND FLOOR
Seasons From The Second Floor was written while living in a dilapidated scumhole in Concord, NH. In a fire stoked by an ornery landlord, a manic ex-girlfriend, redneck neighbors, and late nights at the kitchen table alone, the poems in "Seasons" found a voice.
This is a chapbook written while I was living in Las Vegas in 1999. It's about love, loss, addiction and everything else that Sin City embodies. I was 24 at the time and still believed in all terrible and wonderful things that you believe when you're 24.