Déjà-visité
Olly reached out to touch the heart carved into the trunk, toward a pair of initials she did not recognize but was nevertheless intrigued by.
Read More Déjà-visitéexploring Truth in art.
Olly reached out to touch the heart carved into the trunk, toward a pair of initials she did not recognize but was nevertheless intrigued by.
Read More Déjà-visité~ my {meandering, repetitive} riffs on religion, faith, God.
Read More On GodI am walking through the mist. Everywhere around me it blurs and calms, distorts, invites.
Read More Misty Steps~ short essay on the film Dead Poets Society (1989) and its most imperative message.
Read More Everyone on planet Earth needs to be in a Dead Poets Society~ my David Bowie playlist.
Read More On BowieMimi looked in the mirror; everything was wrong.
Read More Mimic~ my long, twisting stream-of-consciousness upon politics.
Read More On PoliticsKerb watched the emergency light in the elevator blare. A red glare cast itself over everyone within its oversized space. The metal box fell down the shaft while a half-dozen frantic eyes searched for answers.
Read More Metagame~ an essay on Danish philosopher Søren Kierkegaard and his writings, philosophy.
Read More “Leap of Faith”{Sling randomized spells in this PVP wizard battler within the chaotic planes of Limbo}
Read More {¡CHAOS!}