Throwback Post Pick

A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works - no matter the naivete they reflect - and revel in the making of progress! Perception is an interesting thing. It is unique to the beholder who's eyes will convey one meaning well your own would work to convey another. It is something... Continue Reading →

Throwback Post Pick

A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works - no matter the naivete they reflect - and revel in the making of progress! The beautifully atmospheric art of Jessica Durrant was the inspiration for this weeks throwback piece pick (for more of her art just click here!) And much like the... Continue Reading →

Throwback Post Pick

A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works - no matter the naivete they reflect - and revel in the making of progress! This week's post pick is Loud Silence. Quite a personal piece, I wrote in in a rather struggling time in my life, one that I'm not quite sure... Continue Reading →

Throwback Post Pick

A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works - no matter the naivete they reflect - and revel in the making of progress! Today's piece is a poem, a piece inspired by the art of Daniel Taylor! There is nothing that I love more than to expose myself to various styles,... Continue Reading →

STOP!

Running, running, running… The night is pitch, a blanket of darkness that engulfs the landscape and blinds those who dare to tread. Don’t go out after dark they say for even that which is known becomes strange. They want to scare us, to keep us away, but away from what? The darkness cannot hurt you... Continue Reading →

When Is A Picture Worth More Than A Word Count?

No, this isn't going to be the great paradox of my blog, nor is it some sinister throw down to wage a war of debate between writer's and artist. In fact the answer is rather easy and one that I was reminded of during a recent writing prompt. So, when is a picture worth more... Continue Reading →

Bound In Eternity’s Struggle

  I’m fighting to understand this thing that surrounds me. It is my responsibility, my soul obligation. No one can take care of it the way that I can. No one can love or nurture it for me. It is my birthright…yet I have no gift for its care. I take this honor for a... Continue Reading →

Mirror Mirror: Chapter One

Commissioner Gordon stands before Mirrianna Savauge a rather serious looking young woman who has come to the High Security Solitary department of Arkham Asylum for a very specific reason. She has an intimidating presence about her person that seems to stem from her determination and the confidence she holds in her conviction, her hair is... Continue Reading →

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