Sunday, November 6, 2011

Code Name Epic Interview at LBCC 2011

Just wanted to post a brief interview I did with the gentlemen of Code Name Epic at the Long Beach Comic Con 2011, talking about Total Recall.

Please enjoy.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Total Recall and a new Omnium Gatherum today

Howdy, folks. I'm not sure if anybody is actually checking this blog on a regular basis. I know I tend not to. But some may be checking here after my participation in NaPoWriMo or other reasons.

Well, I have good reasons for ya today.

Total Recall #1 from Dynamite Entertainment is out today. I wrote it, amazingly enough, and am proud of it.

But I'm also nervous and worried about the reactions. So to distract myself but also to share my insights into the process of creating this project I started a new series in my column Omnium Gatherum about how I got this project. I start off talking about pitching. I even learned a few things about the process as I wrote this column. Take a look.

See ya. Namaste.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Days 29 and 30 of NaPoWriMo

The Grand Finale. Five poems for two days.

A Summer’s Day, Part 1

The sounds of the city echo and resonate,
Telling of a useless busyness, a rush to nowhere.
And the wind, the glorious wind
Blows into the sails of my mind,
Leading to paths known and unseen.

A Summer’s Day, Part 2

A pool of still water reflects
The deepness of the world’s soul,
Full of the dreams of all,
Empty from the strains of the sky.
A pool of still water projects
The quiet of my own soul,
Peaceful within my world,
Hectic from the world outside.

A Summer’s Day, Part 3

The sun shines down upon the just and unjust,
Sharing its light with all.
Making no judgments of the kind of men
Who bask in its warmth.
Yet the eyes that use this summer light to see
Judge all that falls within view,
Seeing without fully seeing
The souls beneath the flesh
Nor understanding
That karma and kismet tend to all.

A Fragrance

bittersweetness fills the air,
wiping away all my care,
strips my soul and lays it bare
to all the beauty that’s there.
where does the glory come?
from somewhere under the sun,
as a new day’s just begun,
and what will we do when it’s gone.

In Dreams

At night as I sleep in the quiet calm,
My mind has to keep my dreams as a balm,
Soothing away all the troubles of the day
So that I don’t fall under trouble’s sway.
At night I find and hold just a little peace.
And I rest my hand as my problems cease.
I drift and float towards another shore,
Aboard my boat made from my hopes and more.
I live for a time in this dream place
Until the chime makes my heart race.
Then once again out of bed I must rise
To, at the world, shout under clear, blue skies.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Day 28 of NaPoWriMo

Three more days to go.

Sunlight And Moonlight

golden rays bring lazy days
and good feelings.
silver lights bring romantic nights
and good times.

On Practicing Buddhism

Of life before I can only say
Fading into constant ashes day to day,
Then I heard the phrase
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
And my life had something to praise.
For causes I did make another time
The reward was to know this time
The Mystic Law and all it unfolds
Within and without my life lived bold.
So I chant in times good and bad,
When I am happy, when I am sad or mad,
To achieve enlightenment this time around,
And to set up the same chance next time around.
‘Tis not easy, this Buddhist life,
It isn’t always free from any strife.
The struggle is part of the game,
The drama that troubles this spacetime frame.
For the rest of my life, I will say
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Every night and every day.
With no regrets, this I vow,
From this one until another Now.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Day 27 of NaPoWriMo

Two more poems for today.

The Mystery

I think, therefore I am, it is said.
Yet what is this that I am?
For I think as I am an ego,
And yet, I AM is the greater Self.
So, as the Self does think
Then it is therefore an ego, the Ego.
So the conflict between the Self and the Ego
Is silly, just as difference of viewpoint.
So no difference at all.
Just as ice and water are the same,
It all depends on your perception.
So the Self that thinks and feels
Is the Ego; as I think
Therefore I am because I AM.

The Solution

Two sides of the same coin,
The ego and the self,
High and low,
Each defining the other
As the way of defining the one.
Yet the self is larger,
The ego more focused and local.
Still just as heart and mind
And stomach can’t exist without the others,
The self and ego need each other,
To function,
To rise,
And to fall.
Liberation and Manifestation,
Two sides of the same coin,
A cosmic circuit,
Makes us human, fully human,
Yet carrying the seed of the divine within.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Day 26 of NaPoWriMo

And to send my first NaPoWriMo out in style, I'll do two poems a day. This was fun.

Across Lands And Barriers

Across lands and barriers do I reach,
For someone to know.
Someone who my open soul can show,
A place upon my beach.
It seems my heart has passed away
To a beautiful one,
With a life afire like the bright sun,
And a smile for play.
A pen to paper scribes many lines,
For her, a love,
A princess whose friendship is a dove,
As truly is mine.
So, an ode to she and I, the desire
Across many lands,
Reaches for bonds and joins our hands,
Our hearts afire.

Time And Space

Across time and space there are many worlds,
Many other homes where life whirls and twirls.
Different in form and shape and size,
Different to many different eyes.
Yet all the same are the core, down in the soul,
In the essence of life which is beyond our control.
Which why two or more souls can touch and find
Each other, finding their lives ever entertwined,
Bound together in ways not easily explained,
Bound to each other, never cut in twain.
Across time and space the many and few become one,
Reaching across the stars and worlds under different suns,
To fulfill the dream, to become a whole,
Many in body, but truly one in soul.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Days 24 and 25 of NaPoWriMo

It's three poems for two days, this time around.


What is my home, where does it lie?
Will I know it soon before I cry?
My home, the place where my heart lies,
My possessions and purpose, my reason why.
I know ‘tis not just a building of stone,
A cold dwelling where I feel alone,
Through which my fellows’ blight shones,
Chilling me down through my bones.
My home lies forevermore in part
In another place, in another’s heart.
And nothing can hold me or thwart
My search to join this other’s heart.
Another part is a much beloved dream
That fills me to near bursting at seams.
To build a craft and travel among all that seems
Where what’s real is not and all are dreams.
Lastly, I am my home, the one I’ve become.
My heart is home for all I love and then some.
I know for true my time will come,
To leave where I am and build my own home.


Glowing in my heart is a feeling, a wish,
To find she who is my other part.
Just like Pisces, the twin swimming fish,
Always together, our tow young hearts.
Where will she be, my one true love?
Where shall my search ever begin?
Do I look down below or up above?
O should I start over again?
My heart, although one, is not complete,
Not for lack of company, just a lack of kind.
Without her, I do dearly deplete,
Oh, where do I search for her to find?
Worry I do not, for I know I’ll see
In time her within mine own eyes,
In the place where I’ll know she’ll be,
Underneath these clear blue skies.
So, my love, be always patient, as will I.
Someday we will meet face to face.
Until then, I will try not to weep and sigh,
And hope to find you in a magic place.


Holding the vision in my mind’s eye,
Seeing the goal realized before I try,
This is the power of faith that holds
Our minds true, makes our dreams bold.
Without faith, reality carries on
Having its way, moving on,
Past us along life’s highway long,
Making us weak where we were strong.
So hold on to your dreams, never give up,
See those dreams come true, don’t interrupt
The flow of faith, the power within ourselves.
Don’t put your dreams away on mental shelves.
Keep those dreams alive,
Help them to thrive,
By believing in them and seeing them come true,
And in time, with faith, they will be real for you.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Day 23 of NaPoWriMo

Decision Tree

Decisions to make,
Decision to take,
Paths untraveled,
Mind unsettled.
Decision to make,
Causes to make,
A path chosen,
A will unbroken,
And further down the road we go.
Causes to make,
Decisions to take,
Choices a’plenty,
Just too damn many,
Yet one must be picked.
Reaction, Dilemma, Decision,
Action, Goal,
Conflict, Disaster,
The cycle begins and continues.
Life is drama,
Drama is life,
The play must go on.
Art imitates life,
Life imitates art,
Our lives are stories
We have a hand in writing,
Our lives are movies,
We star in, produce,
Direct, and write.
So decisions must be made,
Out of many paths,
Only one taken.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Day 22 of NaPoWriMo

Sunset and Moonrise

Watching the sun fall,
Staring at all
Of the beauty around.
The world unbounded.
And wondering
And pondering
Which way to go,
What gifts to show,
And how to do it all.

Watching the moon rise
In spring skies,
Shedding light down
Upon this town
And enjoying the sights at night.
The bright night
Holding in the sounds
Of those making their rounds,
To see friends,
Or to shake their rear ends,
Or simply going home after the work week.

Sitting comfortable inside
Taking it all in stride
While listening to traffic.
Thinking it’s terrific
To live in such a time
And a clime
Where it feels like forever summer.
And with only a murmur,
A few words on the page
And I set the stage
For new adventures to come.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Day 21 of NaPoWriMo

Meet The Buddha

Meet the Buddha
On The Road.
Kill the Buddha.
Such it is said.
Does mean
the Buddha is dead?
No, for the Buddha
Is in your head.
You are the Buddha,
I am the Buddha,
We all are the Buddha.
To kill the Buddha
Is not to cling
To even that
Which you love most.
To turn the things
You love
Into compost,
The ground from which
You will grow.
Reap the lesson
From the seeds
You have sown.
Show how
You have grown.
The lotus flowers
And seeds
At the same time.
Cause and effect,
The Universe’s poetry.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Days 17-20 of NaPoWriMo

Okay, folks, I've been tardy to the party with these poems so far this week. So I'm making it up by giving six poems to cover four days. How's that for a bargain? Wait, don't answer that.

Take care, y'all.


Opening Volley

Words are the song of life,
Words grant shape to the shapeless.
Within these pages are many words.
Tales from the head.
Be careful as you journey here
That my ghosts do not haunt you.

Dreamtime, take 1

I’m staring across a mossy field,
The sun is shining.
It’s warm and summerlike.
And there I sit.
For I don’t know if or when this may
end in a nightmare.

Fear #1

Shed I a tear,
For I do fear,
By hand I may end
Before I can mend.

A Sight Unseen

A flower of life and love,
A gift to another’s heart.
Ah, sweet love,
To ever embrace your warm coat.
And yet I know not
Who my love is to be.
So I must love her
As a sight unseen.

The Maker

tools I make,
songs I sing,
what for,
for heaven’s sake?
for the joy they bring.

Dreamtime, take 2

I’m staring across a mossy field,
The sun is shining.
It’s warm and summerlike.
And there I sit.
For I don’t know if or why this may
end in a nightmare.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Total Recall #3


Written by Vince Moore, art by Cezar Rezak, covers by Darick Robertson, Cezar Rezak.

Picking up from where the film ended, the end of issue #2 changed forever the situation on Mars for humanity. Quaid and Melina find themselves dealing with circumstances that are shifting faster than any dream ever could. New arrivals! More tragedy! And the return of old enemies give our heroes a run for their money. Will Quaid finally start to figure out what's going on in time to save the Mars colony? Check out this penultimate chapter to find out!

32 pages, $3.99.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Day 16 of NaPoWriMo


Swinging through the sky,
Near flying,
Free from care.
Heroic and humble,
Guilty and strong,
Making your way
Through a world you never made
Struggling to honor
The memory of a loved one
Gone to the other side.
And chills.
Seeing danger
Before and after
And during.
And responsibility.
The fantasy come true.
The reality, too.
Still, it is fun to dream
Of swinging through
The canyons of the city,
Not a care in the world
While carrying
The weight of the world
On your shoulders.

Omnium Gatherum 72

Hey, folks, there's a brand new Omnium Gatherum column up at Comics Waiting Room. This time around I wonder aloud about the hidden chivalry in feminism. Won't you join me?


Friday, April 15, 2011

Days 14 and 15 of NaPoWriMo

A Prayer, Part One

Little light,
Please live,
I have so much
Love to give.
Find your way,
Fight to stay,
And I will love you forever.

A Prayer, Part Two

Fly and be free,
Little light.
Fly and be free.
We will meet again.
By the turning of the wheel
And karma,
We will meet again.
Until then
Fly and be free.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Day 13 of NaPoWriMo

I Am

I am a man,
A man of many talents,
With a man’s contradictions.
I am a Buddhist
Who loves the pulps
And superheroes.
I am a Scholar Warrior.
I am a Writer
Who doesn’t write enough.
I am a Critic.
I am an Artist
Who needs to draw more
And get better.
I am an African
Whose Motherland is America.
I am a Citizen of the World.
I am a Loner
Who has a company of friends.
I am a Genius
Who makes dumb decisions.
I am here
Wishing I was there
And everywhere.
I live in the Now
And dream of
The Future That Could Be.
I believe in the Middle Way
And Nuclear Power
And Genetic Engineering
And Space Travel
And Progress.
I fear not the unknown;
I fear not knowing.
I am the Hero
Of my own Story
That I have
A hand in writing.
I reject being small.
I reach for becoming great.
I walk the path,
Follow my bliss,
Seek Enlightenment
And Discovery.
I love women
Without being a feminist.
Love and
Hate humanity.
I am what I am.
If that’s good enough
For God and Popeye,
Then it’s good enough
For me.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Day 12 of NaPoWriMo

The Buddha In Us All

The Buddha declared,
“Let experience be your guru.
If what I say accords with that,
accept it,
if not,
discard it.”
And so the quest for truth
and enlightenment begins.
In libraries vast
And academic halls.
Out amongst the redwoods
And busy city streets.
In the faces of those
on encounters
And in the face that
stares back in the mirror.
Is found when one finds it,
Only lost when one does not search.
It simply is
And needs only to be recognized.
A destination,
A process,
And a journey.
The interconnectiveness
Of all things.
The butterfly flaps,
The star novas,
And under the Bodhi Tree
The Buddha sees and knows
And invites us,
Buddhas all,
To see as well.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Day 11 of NaPoWriMo

A Lament For The World Of Tomorrow.

Power from the atom,
Ships to the stars,
Colonies on other worlds,
Flying cars.
All dreams of the 20th Century
Turned into daydreams
And fantasies
In the 21st Century.
Where once
The sky was the limit,
Now the limit
Is indeed the sky.
Where did our drive go?
Who drained our spirit?
Culprits too many
On right and left,
Of the people,
And of the beautiful people,
All of whom are to blame
For why the future is so lame.
The world outside my window
Is increasingly a small
And terrible place.
Filled with too many
Who race to be
More common than the last.
Rather than be extraordinary
The days drag on
Until the end of day.
Plain and small,
And myopic.
And yet the stars still
To me.
If only, if only…

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Days 7-10 of NaPoWriMo

Due to technical difficulties, I present days 7, 8, 9, and 10 of NaPoWriMo.

Long Night

Long Night has fallen,
Our hearts broken and sullen,
It was so sudden.

Our Dreams

Our dreams fade,
Our dreams die,
Our dreams end,
Our dreams never lie.
We dream our dreams
And never doubt,
Never wonder
What our dreams are about.
Our dreams have the meanings
That we give them.
Our dreams only ask
That we believe in them.
If that happens,
Our dreams never fade,
Our dreams never die,
Our dreams won’t end,
Our dreams will fly.

Heaven Is Not Enough For My Wanderlusting Soul

Heaven is not enough
For my wanderlusting soul.
Hell cannot contain
What it cannot control.
My soul wants to fly,
To see the stars
And worlds beyond the sky
Instead of angels or demons
At the end of day.
If there is free will,
Then my soul too is free.
Free to roam and fly,
Not any lord’s property.
Samsara turns,
Yugas blossom and fade,
Still my soul is my own,
Not an item to trade.
So I stand tall
Against all
Who would seek to own my soul.
For they are in for a fight,
Against all my might.
Because Heaven is not enough
For my wanderlusting soul.

Green Hills Of Earth (with apologies to Robert A. Heinlein)

The green hills of Earth,
The world of my birth,
Source of my mirth,
Cause of my girth,
Yet not part of my worth,
Is only the berth
For my ship to the stars
That travels far,
Visiting other daystars,
Flying past pulsars
And quasars
Like a scimitar
Leaving a small scar
On the face of the starry night.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Day 6 of NaPoWriMo

Her Beauty

Her beauty is a promise.
Her beauty is a wish.
Her beauty is a drug.
Her beauty is a vicious circle.
Her beauty is a trap.
Her beauty is a dream.
Her beauty is a miracle.
Her beauty is irredeemable.
Her beauty is a lie.
Her beauty is the truth.
Her beauty is a scream.
Her beauty is a youthful dalliance.
Her beauty is a dance.
Her beauty is a wonder.
Her beauty is a rose.
Her beauty is a blunderbuss.
Her beauty is everything
And nothing
And all things in between.
Her beauty is in all that is seen.
Her beauty is.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Day 5 of NaPoWriMo

What is Truth? What Are Lies?

What is Truth?
What are Lies?
And why on Earth
Should we even try
To tell the difference
Between the two?
Aren’t they just interference
Caused by you
Trying to judge reality
Through only one’s own eyes?
When the truth is so much more
And there is more to the score
Than what is only seen on the surface.
That Life is made by the many
Who live and breathe and see
All that is, which is plenty.
So the truth is bigger
Than only one can see
And it’s only just a trigger
For many ways to figure
Out what’s going to be
And not be
As times passes by.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Day 4 of NaPoWriMo

Dancing On The Ragged Edge

Dancing on the ragged edge of disaster,
Walking the razor’s edge,
Acting as if I have no inner master,
Teetering upon the ledge.
Time stands still yet ever flows
Lasting not forever.
Time goes where no one knows
Past from future severed.
And the race continues going on
As runners fall
By the wayside, while others move on
Giving it their all.
While I wait and watch and wonder
Which way to go.
Deeper truths I continually ponder
But never truly know.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Day 3 of NaPoWriMo

The Whole Divided

The whole divided
Not as strong as the whole.
The parts against each other
Never to find balance again.
Male and female
In never ending war.
Victories sought
Where none truly wins or loses.
Yet this game goes on.
All because of the view
That one must conquer the other.
Instead of seeing
The deeper truth.
That one is the other
And the other is the one.
Not competing,
Should be the way.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Day 2 of NaPoWriMo

There Once Was A Woman from Venus

There once was a woman from Venus
Who was an incredible genius,
At building starships
That could go fast clips
Reaching up to speeds luminous.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Total Recall #2

TOTAL RECALL #2 (of 4)
32 pages FC • $3.99 • Teen +
Covers by DARICK ROBERTSON (main), CEZAR RAZEK (1-in-5)
“Black & White” Retailer incentive cover by DARICK ROBERTSON
Continuing the sequel to the smash hit 1990 film, Douglas Quaid and his dream lady Melina find themselves reeling after the tragic conclusion to issue #1. Yet there is no time to mourn as the Mars colony struggles to keep itself from falling apart. With more tragedy on the way, Quaid and Melina have to figure out what’s going on before all hell breaks loose. Meanwhile the mystery of Mars itself deepens, and as our heroes discover, the creation of air for Mars was just the beginning.

Day 1 of NaPoWriMo

And So It Begins

And so it begins,
Like the need to sin,
And giving in
To the urge
To merge
And fuse
With the words I use
To express the outsides
And the deeper insides
Of my mind and soul.
To be out of control
And let thoughts roll
And wander
Out from under
The dark places
That interface
With the light.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Happy Dance

I get to do the happy dance again. Bleeding Cool has sneak peeks at the covers for Total Recall #2. I wrote the book but the art by Darick Robertson and Cezar Razek keeps blowing me away. I'm so appreciative of their efforts on this book.

Take a look for yourselves.

Happy Dance!


Friday, March 11, 2011

Tooting My Own Horn

I'm tooting my own here, folks, by posting a link to an interview I did with about writing Total Recall and race in comics.