My Creations

A short trip into the woods gives me plenty of excuses to play with my camera gear.

I recently purchased a 3D printer. This is the tale of my earliest attempts to use it.

I endeavor to optimize space while adding to my rudimentary maker experience.

Here's a simple 360 TimeWarp of my casual afternoon OneWheel ride through suburbia.

Took the GoPro Max out for a OneWheel ride in February. Used the GoPro app to make this nifty video.

I took my DJI Osmo Pocket for a nighttime walk in the wet streets of San Francisco.

A call to writers. In tumultuous times, our words can change the world.

A short story about love, longing, loss, and pirates.

On the day Barack Obama leaves office, I revisit the words I wrote the day of his inauguration.

Kevin Koperski’s Amontillado, the Edgar Allan Poe-inspired murder mystery, is available now!

2016 was a great year to be a Cubs fan.

A snippet: Life is a dance, and missteps early on can make us wallflowers the rest of our lives.

Two months into my daily photo project, I find myself searching for interesting subjects.

Love, loneliness, and miscommunication.

I'm taking a photo every day until I've got my new camera figured out. It's all manual.

Video and words belong together, so I shot timelapse footage of my 2015 NaNoWriMo sessions.

Adding timelapse videos to my daily writing regimen.

. It’s a mobile app dedicated to creating awareness and raising money for animal shelters.

One particular Force Awakens toy has arrived, and it's so fun to play with.

I take my new toy to an open field at sunset to test its performance and video chops.

My Galaxy Note 4 proves quite adept at taking simple timelapses.

Walking through the process of creating the Amontillado book cover.

A snippet that inspired coffee sippers.

Comparing early excerpts of chapter one to the final draft.

It’s been a long time coming, from story to script to novel, but Amontillado is now available.

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Imagination and longing can imprison us as effectively as any jail cell.

There are fires, my dear, in dark and lonely places. We rarely give them names. Still they burn.

Always, we are, drifting towards oblivion. Always, we are, on the edge of heart break.