I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.

Whatever the result, thank you for viewing this blog. I cannot express how greatly I appreciate the many people, from many places upon the earth, who have visited.

I bid you peace.

Je ne regrette pas la douleur, car il m'a fait plus forte

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Two new books

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Josh Howard Presents: SASQUATCH

This is my first published work.  I was invited aboard by Josh Howard and Jessie Garza.  Illustrated by Paul Harmon, my friend and fabulous artist, I was very happy to provide a short 5 page look at the question, why do we see Sasquatch when we look in the woods? The result is a story that isn't one, it is more of a commentary.  Some loved it, not naming names sorry, some hated it, but the love for it far outweighed the hate.  The book was published by Viper


Dimestore Productions put this comic book anthology.  I don't want to go into depth here, except just to say, my work with Earl Gaier was good, as were the works of Josh Brown that I found within the pages.  This had a very small print, and I doubt there are any books anywhere for anyone to find.  Good luck if you are searching.

FOURTH REICH: Final Strike
Alex Ness Words, Jason Moser Art

In 2005 a very close friend and I had developed an idea for a war game.  The concept was one where the Nazis had not died, but rather prepared for an escape, and did so.  Then when ready, attacked the world.   The game designer/artist friend died of Lung Cancer in 2009, but my story was written.   Eventually I shared it with Jason Moser, a very fine artist, and this project is the result.   Perhaps some day the war game can still happen.  I regret that I didn't proof my work as well as I could have, and Jason was great, but I was unclear and left too much to be clear about both what happened and if it indeed ended the way it seemed.  The book looks beautiful, due to Jason alone.

BAM TOO! Big Ass Mini Comic

I was asked if works I had written and others had illustrated could be submitted to this collection.  And I was happy to see this book appear under the hand of friend JM Hunter.  I will probably not be carrying the book around, it has 400 + pages, but I am proud to be in it.  Even if I am not a comic book writer, it is fun to be in the same neighborhood as some of the people I like very much.



A Life of Ravens was a massive project that featured my words and the art of 27 different artists, including Mike Grell, Peter Bergting, Alex Sheikman, Rich Koslowski, Josh Howard, Paul Harmon, and Bob Giadrosich.  Bob Giadrosich did approximately 1/3 of the art, and published the work through his Sharayah Press imprint.  It is a lovely work, and one that I am proud of.  It is rare at this time.  It is out of print and has some value on Amazon, selling for $40 most of the time.  These stories and poems and mythic tales are amongst the first where I had the freedom to write as I wished.  To some degree they were still modified by the publisher.  But I do not regret that, the book is lovely.


Lancelot from Cyberwizard was a mass effort by many artists and a brilliantly talented co-writer G.F. "Geoff" Evrard, who is Breton French, and his side of the project included many fabulous artists.  My side of the project had numerous great talents, and numerous people who dropped out, leaving me hanging.  Some of those were great, but one was very unprofessional (he comes from Ohio).  So, for me it was a troubled work, but, it is a beautiful error free project.  It is also out of print, which is a horrible thing because for all the work done on this book, it deserved much better.   To the publisher Cyberwizard's credit, she fulfilled a promise of publishing the work in color.  This edition remains available on Amazon.  It is very expensive, but I promise, it is worth the cost.  There are page embellishments by a skilled artist, along with the new color art, it is a beautiful work deserving of collection.

Arthur Rex Eternus was born as a sequel to Lancelot, only the publisher requested my work, but never worked on it for a year.  After that time I asked Josh Brown (mentioned above) to edit and format it and write a tale, and we were joined by an artist Trent Westbrook.  Of my work, I like these poems, rather more than the Lancelot poems, despite liking the book on the Lancelot more.  I think it comes from growth as a writer, of course, but also, having the freedom to work for Josh as an editor instead of someone I do not know.


I had an idea, to write about Arthurian love.  It was gold, GOLD I tell you.  Some see love as the ultimate quest, but lust interrupts that quest. Some say fulfillment is the ultimate quest. But does the Holy Chalice, the Grail of legend represent fulfillment, or are we fulfillment of the quest, when we love another fully? Arthurian Romance and quests surround the love of others, of service, and of lust. Their quest is to learn what is the Holy Chalice.

Editor Josh Brown

The concept of the book was new.  Arthur and Merlyn are ever existing.  They appear in different forms throughout history, and the future.  The tales of King Arthur have appealed to me since my earliest memories.  When Josh Brown presented his theme/concept for the book I immediately turned to the primal templates of Arthur and Merlyn.  Arthur lived with the blood of a brave but iniquitous man, Uther Pendragon in his veins, and was born of a rape of the mother. Arthur was an innocent, despite the perverse origins, and the one to counsel him, and announce him was Merlyn. Understanding them then from Josh's direction, I saw Arthur as King and Merlyn his seer as the iconic theme of John the Baptist, and Christ the King.  However, I also saw them in the future, with Christ returning to earth, in the form of Arthur.  But wherever there is Arthur, there is Merlyn, and wherever Christ appears, he is foretold and announced by John.



This was published by Diminuendo publishing and is a book about fantasy and ancient events from the perspective of battle and adventure.  It was purely text, and some people thought that it would be a chance to focus upon my poems rather than the art and poems.  I enjoyed the work I did, and despite a snafu that marred the first print, (the printer's proof was different than the final product and it was left with two pretty obvious and frustrating errors in product) I am proud of my words.  It is now out of print.  But Amazon has copies.  You could also find the books, along with many others of my works at The Source.  If you are local, or, if you email them, perhaps they would do postal orders.


The publisher of Mythic Memories is the person who was responsible for finding my project Lancelot and getting it in the publishing stream.  Jason Waltz of Rogue Blades Entertainment was great, remains a friend, and he did a magnificent job on this book.  I wrote this immediately after A Life of Ravens and thought of it, initially as A Life of Ravens II.  But it became a more focused work upon myth and is illustrated with public domain work and images from the great works of sculpture and history.


This book was originally written for a certain artist from a concept I had that I thought he'd be perfect for illustrating.   But since writing it, its been with various artists and now, it is probably being self published.  As such, the work is a shared beast with lots of people doing the work and I  have no idea when it will be for sure published, other than soon.   The concept is a world where wars have left few living, and Dwarves living in the lonely mountain ridge are beset in final combat by hordes of evil beings... It is bloody and it is epic.  The cover is by Jason Moser, the interior art is by Trent Westbrook, additional story telling is by Josh Brown, and Dara Syrkin kicked my ass with the edits, thank you.


This collection of stories came about as a result of brainstorming, collective ideas, and some pretty damn hard work by the editor Josh Brown.  Michael May, my oft co-writer and I had a concept, we had some works that came in as a result of our creation of the series bible, but, it was Josh who sewed the pieces together of this tapestry.   I am proud of my short story, as it was hard to complete but, when finished and after Josh's helpful edits, it is a story I am rather proud of.   As a book by many this is a creation I am proud of, and am happy to say, it is done.  Thanks to Josh, and everyone aboard.


Friend Josh Brown and I had both submitted our works for a project and while both made it to the final round, we didn't succeed.  However, we both disagreed with the decisions.  So Josh suggested that we do a book.  I said, of course, huh? and he said, I'll do it.  Eye of the Dagger is the first show of his genius in formatting and edits, he did some stories, as I did, and so did my friend Marc Kleinhenz.  As a result we wrote stories about assassinations and dark acts of subterfuge.  I think it is a lovely work.

SAVAGE PAST: Lift High the Raven Banner

When an artist who took on many projects and then quit on all of them after two years, accomplishing 1 page and not a good one, even, I was steamed.  I went to a convention that I'd been guaranteed to have product to sell at, and in fact had very little.  Across from me was an artist who was spectacularly talented, and quiet.  He looked at my stuff, asked questions.  He asked me if it was easy getting the things I had into print.  Since all my work then was through publishers, I said no, but supposedly there are print on demand printers and publishers who should make that easier.  By the end of the convention we had traded lots of things, and made big plans.  Daniel Mann is a great artist, and I like him very much, so I am sad that we didn't do more than this, but I will say, I am glad we did do, SAVAGE PAST: Lift High the Raven Banner.  It is a single poem, illustrated, with a color cover, in comic book size, but with only a single tale inside.  Both Daniel and I have been told the story and art were great.  So, it was a good happenstance that happened.

Poems, Illustrations and Essays

A series  of events occurred leading me to write a series of poems, from the  personae of the killer Jack the Ripper.   His acts were and remain vile,  by any measure, and were more so in the past due to spectacular events  media attention, the relatively new kind of crime spree, and, the  letters used by the killer, possibly, and a vast number of hoaxers, to  flame the intensity of the emotions regarding the events.  Never before   had the media played such a role in a series of murders, and, since the  time of the murders, all crimes of a sensational nature can point to  this one as their influential source.  So I wrote from the perspective of a participant, and provided a long essay, along with Joseph Hilliard and Nichole Porter, and there is a special cover from friend Daniel Mann.   Others participants include Kurt Wilcken and Robert Wilson.     The  writing on it is intensely dark, and I would say that the accompanying  images from Public Domain sources makes the work a very stunning one.


I was invited to take part in this illustrated prose anthology utilizing prose to expand the world of webcomic ongoing series.   Since I tend to not work from the same page as others, both for good and ill, I tried to think about how to tell stories that fit, without stepping on ground that had been stepped on before.   The result are two small stories that were fit into this anthology.   Thanks to Scott Vaughn and Kane Gilmour for the invitation.

Alex Ness, Simon Huelsbeck & Mark Orluck

I wrote this work as a personal journey, both a fictionalized autobiography, as well as a commentary upon the world.  It was made amazing by the images, first by Simon Huelsbeck, a fine artist who kicked major ass.  And then with a hopeful gallery by Mark Orluck, a beloved cousin of mine.  This was written mostly during my mother's hospice stay, and finished right before her passing. It is a work meant to be beautiful, and it is marred by 4 typos that happened, due to my negligence of sorts.  Please forgive those, but read the work, and understand, it is me, poured upon a page.  Mark and Simon were wonderful partners to work with, and if I do ever work with people again collaboratively, I'd love to work with partners so kind and so talented.

WORKS with Artist Ed Quinby


Both of my Cthulhu books are written as a means to express within the stylistic walls of the previous builders.  HP Lovecraft and his circle created a world of horror.  I intended to approach it first in a found document sort of way, with journal entries, prose, and verse, along with images to add to a mood.  Cthulhu: Catastrophic Discoveries was written with a theme, that of human first contact with the horror of Cthulhu, exploration and discovery of something terrible.  I was assisted by Josh Brown in the endeavor.



Short prose stories, Haiku/poems, quotes and images
From the world of the Samurai warriors of Japan.

Josh and I wrote from our interest area here.  We both adore ancient and medieval Japan, and the Samurai embodies that deeply.  The Samurai commonly describes a warrior in Japan who serves a lord, using combat skills and living by the code of Bushido. But not everyone followed the code so directly, nor was every samurai so bold and courageous. So while the truth is somewhere between the idealized icon of fidelity and bravery, and bullies with swords, this work features the samurai who lived by their code.  Inspired by the great and legendary samurai themselves, this work of short stories, poems, and quotes is meant to evoke, however briefly, life from the viewpoint of the samurai.

Visitations into Sídhe and Tír na nÓg

These poems were written a long, long time before the book came out.  And thankfully, having Josh Brown as an editor & publisher, he put the shine on the old words and they came out nice.  I wrote poems about how normal human life takes place in a world very unlike Sídhe and Tír na nÓg. This magical place is where faeries dwell, the Wild Hunt goes on, and bodies never age. Go into The Gray with poems about life and death, and love.


My life's observation following the loss of my mother in 2012, my getting lymphoma (cancer) in 2013 and the loss of one of my very best friends Cathy, in 2014.

 Life and death is our primary experience. Birth to Death is a collection of poems that explore the joys and pitfalls of the human life cycle from beginning to end. Drawing on the personal experiences of his mother's death, contracting cancer, and the death of a very close friend, all in the span of three years, Alex Ness poetically lays down the cycle of birth to death into words.


In my previous work, Birth to Death I dealt with losing my mom, my good friend and then having cancer in there as well.  It is not the end.  There is more to life than birth, eat, sleep and die.  A life lived without purpose and direction when lost to death, is a tragic waste of existence.  But a life that has been focused upon helping others, doing good works, having a family that has good positive values is one where the death will be sad, but the life had been used well.  How can we complain if we do not allow our flame to be wasted?  


I suffer and have helped those who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  My life has worth, as with those who I have helped, but due to the damage we've suffered, our lives play out differently.  We are alive, we are worthy of love, but due to our scars others treat us differently.  This is my story in verse, essay and images.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Calling us from the dust

We ask
Without reply
We wait for an answer
Ignoring the doublespeak
Of a technocracy who killed its gods
Devoured its children
And blackened the horizon
Seeing a future turned empty and bleak
We seek but we do not learn
There is nothing left but hate
For the enemy, fictional or real
Our species exists but our moment of action is now
The balance of terror between violence and peace
Is tread without care
The world makes choices
But humans have more power than brains or wisdom
We rejoice over our discoveries
Ignoring the fact that power will be found
In the hands of those who desire to use it upon others
While the lesser villains look on jealously
Aglow with joy for the possession of nuclear fire

Thursday, October 20, 2016

just let me go

you are not my mother
yes I know
I have it
the signs all showed
my problem was found
I am an addict
of everything I touch and want
wash me and I am covered
moments later
I cannot resist it, in fact, I dive in
So leave me
I will not recover
But it is my life
Let me have it
There is no safe haven
So just let me go
I can die on my own

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Rending my cloak in grief

My grieving cloak
I rent
You poisoned my mind
Toxic rending of my flesh
Oh you play with my heart
oh you do
But you could never comprehend
How I loved
I never ever said we'd end
I saw a future together
Forever til I died
But you saw that
As weakness
As an invitation
To send
messages across the world
Offering my hopes
Up for barter
And the world replied
With its destruction in kind
Because that is what it does
Offering to help with my suicide
I descended into madness
From a place
I had only reached
By ascent in love
So where am I
How am I to live
This end
I cannot transcend
The sorrow
To exist

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Cursed by sorrow

I can't do it
No just stay away
I can't keep forgiving you
Because you steal my dreams
Like you stole my life
And you hate me anyway
What is the use?
When the pain is worse
Than the joy of living
What is the fucking use?
I always pray
Never knowing what will come
I can't go on with the grind, day after day
When the fear of dying
Doesn't scare us anymore
The hope we once had
In living together is gone
What have we been working for?
We can close our eyes and see
Everything is laid out before us
The path hasn't been easy
Our lives filled with hurt
Covered in lies
And so much worse
We've been cursed
By existence
Pain swallowing 
Our brightest days
Instead of love
I now despise
Everything about us
So wrong
The disguises we wear
The masks in this masquerade
We are actors in a final scene
Let us acknowledge
That we can't act
We never could
Our world is burning
And our emotions are gasoline
Who are you and why am I here
This well of sorrow is without end
And my grieving cannot stop
Because I thought
I was somewhere I belonged
But now I realize
The truth is a bitter seed
And the fruit must be eaten
I don't want you near
I need time and reflection
Since my future has died
With the love I have for you
And every last well intentioned
Gently whispered tender

Monday, October 10, 2016

this life

Cast out into the wasteland
Dying of thirst, laying upon sand dunes
Silently screaming, in the darkness alone
In the dim light of the indigo night
Where this solitude becomes a prison
My heart is broken and without forgiveness
my soul burns with bitter words choking
There is no apology for this
The forsaken hopes are crushed
And all that is left are these remnants of life
Begging for escape from the prison I have created

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Some blog business and news

Due to a number of issues, this blog will not be active for a couple weeks. 

I am finishing working on edits for two books, dealing with some health issues, and I had some unpleasant issues during the last month that I am going to fully deal with, and cannot if I am focusing upon writing.  None of this is hugely serious, but I want to deal with everything with the attention it deserves.

I saw a couple snow flakes on Saturday, and while that doesn't scare me, I really am not looking forward to Winter.  But, while I need to deal with the above mentioned certain issues with all the attention they deserve, winter will arrive whether I pay attention to it or not.  Time and life have no off screen ticker counting down or counting down with dramatic music louder and louder as my time to do this or that grow short. 

I have a number of book deals that I will be offering at the end of October.  I will let you know which books, and for how much.

Thank you.

meat and dust

the human race
is one that whatever your speed
or your abilities
your grace, your determination
your agility
you cannot win
there is no starting line
nor is there an end
there is birth
and life
and experience
that count for existence
we are composed of atoms
but we have something
that science cannot explain
we have minds
but logic cannot transcend
the world that is
far beyond the reach
of our confines
we are limited
we cannot expect to be
more than this
we are meat
the world is dust
but there is another
far far beyond
that we cannot imagine
we hope to seek
as it calls us
deep calls unto deep
it sends echoes
like sonar
and we are the reflection
in the distance
to be more
than meat or dust

Friday, October 7, 2016

Sword aloft

When the sky is black
Clouds are moving from the wind
Grasses twist in an ecstatic scream
You imagine them feeling release
From the roots that hold them down
The storm is ongoing but it won't last long
And you know
You can survive
You will be free
When you've walked
From one end of the storm
To the other
The dust has settled
Because the wind is gone
At last you can breathe
Open your eyes again
Smile without
Grimacing in pain
You don't want to go back
And are glad it is gone
But you can appreciate
That you are safe
You can see
Where you've been
Through hell and back
Your demons were defeated
You are here
To sing your victory song
Every day you fight the storm
Every night before you sleep
Remember the words
Reminding you of victory
And you should sing
For you have victory
With every second
When you do not give in
Do not despair
You will be strong
The storm is for this moment
But you are calm
The light is somewhere
And you can find it
Because you know it is there
And fear is of the unknown
This enemy you know well
It is nothing compared
To the hell
You have defeated
Already you have won
When you embrace your forever
Ending in victory

Thursday, October 6, 2016


you tried
to cover me
with your soul's cloak
to keep me warm
from the darkness
that smothers me
with such fears inside
I remained in recovery
from when you tried to warn
the queen mother
controlled my mind
knew every move
heart broken
upon the discovery
And since then
I have begun to crawl
trying to prove
I am alive
but it just hurts
to know
the fears inside
were breaking me
controlling my life
driving me
to die
instead of living
instead of forgiving

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Final Fears

They pass unending
The day has begun
Without name
The calendars are burned
Yet the machine
Has always been in motion
The millennia melts
As it screams into decay
It cannot speak
Yet directly sees
The oncoming disaster
Catastrophic fears
Should walls of fire fall
Only ashes remain
The human era will end
Angels will trumpet call
And fires bring Judgment day
From the Heavens
The host descends
War will come
The holy and unholy fight
The sinful human burden
Already burned by fire
The bonfire of humanity