Monthly Archives: November 2018
At childhood’s wild edge, play as the sacred totem– No license required. Advertisements
A house in the woods, rumors of a shapely witch– The risk of foreplay.
Who, what, where and when, stories love lighted windows at night, plot thickens.
Angels sacrifice the molten blood of their light to make still life films.
How reassuring to know that this scene, this Martian postcard of halcyon rupture, of phoenixes rapturing in legion, lives inside of us, the history and legacy of our cells functioning as projectors through which eternal dreamstock engages the audience of … Continue reading
Sometimes, when lucky, you can catch the process of creation, its cinemagical flux, in the sundered middle of scene changes.
My third novel, Nocturne Variations, has officially released and is now available through Amazon and other outlets. For those who read the book, reviews posted on Amazon, Goodreads, Barnes & Noble, and other sites are always deeply appreciated and help “the literary … Continue reading
When I splinter, and I know I will, blow gently upon the shavings and dust, and perhaps, if you are compelled, trace a line or two, an abstract doodle, into the finite grains of my asymmetry, and in honoring your … Continue reading
There is no cure, no failsafe remedy that can be bought and sold, bargained or commissioned, from without– You must become first best mate to your own soul, and you, like the voyage, may find a course aligned to the … Continue reading
The day she traded her worn cross for a feather the air kissed the light.