Shootout at the Shoggoth Saloon

Back firmly against the fraying wood below the sill, Leonardo spun the chamber of his revolver with a snarl.

Tapping The Stream

~ The more I read and write and listen and bear witness to any and all creative acts, the more I come to theorize the possibility of a grand ‘stream’ running through us, through the whole of the universe.

Am I?

Alive,
Or just a shadow

Ship

“‘Here there be monsters,’ they say… Aye, we’re beyond the edge ‘o the map we are.”

On Mamba Mentality

Mamba never out.

{Breach & Clear}

{A squad of special operators stack up on an endless labyrinth of doors in need of breaching}

Three Hunters

Snow fell in drifting gusts. The midday sun just reached the forest floor’s whitening blanket. Two men grunted toward a clearing.

Memento {Essay}

We all lie to ourselves to be happy, don’t we?

Resurrection

From ashes to ashes, from the glowing dust off of stars, out of a daydream, back to a promised flesh. He’d returned.

Cycling

~ On the cycle of consumptive and creative energy.