Hi, I'm Phil Volatile, I'm 28, and I'm an independent author dependent on his readers. I'm also a recovering alcoholic / addict from the "Land of Enchantment" New Mexico. I enjoy people and experiences and I hope that you'll join me on my journeys. Thank for your interest and for taking the time to read this and or any of my novels, poetry, or short stories.
Hey everyone, just stopped by to drop you a line. This is your August 2014 update.
The Transient, Flash Fiction 40+1: New Mexican Bread Aisle get’s an update, Phil goes to school, name embrace, My Mind’s Abyss Book #2
The Transient: The story based on my homeless experience just got a little closer to coming out. I just sent out for a second edition proof and should be getting it back soon. I’ll go through the book, edit it again, and finish the c
Okay…so I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted a blog. I know, shame on me right? Oi. Friends, life doesn’t stop. Everything keeps moving and lately I’m feeling so low. I’m feeling so small and shit going on lately, a relationship ending, bullshit with cops…I just it’s been a journey these past few months.
I left because they valued this shit more than me and their own life
On the 11th of May, like every Mother’s Day, I was sober again. This time friends, it’s been three y
The patrol boat saw you, drifting along, and made several passes before carrying on
And drenched in the lyrics of your song, that were once to me like delicious Bonbons,
came a destroyer to make you gone-gone
Hey everyone in preparation for the sequel that’s soon to be released, and as a Thanksgiving / early Christmas gift, My Mind’s Abyss (Suicide Edition) is FREE on Amazon #Kindle from 11/22/13 until 11/26/13. You don’t need a kindle to download it–just the #Amazon Kindle app!
This is HUGE for me right now and I NEED YOUR SUPPORT! Tell you friends! Tell your mom and dad! Tell people on your Facebook, your Twitter, your Google+, Pinterest and etc!
Here’s what to do:
A Long Line
Like a ravenous cannibal, I tear into my food; a sausage and egg & cheese sandwich I take a sip of my coffee at Starbucks
I watch the coming and going of people traffic—all in a hurry for their purchases, but not me—I’m patiently waiting for the world to end, and everyone else can get in line for that too Filed under: Blog Tagged: phil vola
Pawn Shop Towns
Children are overdosing on heroin and they’re not much older than 14 The parents hit the street panhandling for money to bury their deceased
And after one look at them, you realize that poor child never even had a chance, and you start to wonder if it’s all just a big hoax
You never saw a pawn shop town with so many tattoo parlors, liquor stores, churches, bars, and police stations—
Baby, We Tried
Against better ideas and the empirical odds, we were scathed and drifted the naked halls Destined for something, to find an answer, a soft cry, a reason why, for something to try We found each other—you and I
As quiet as the soot black gorgeous midnight skies, and hidden deep behind the safety of the palisades that were lined with decorative crystal vines— Like a bloodhound, you sniffed on by, and lit up a trail of