Wings clap. Your feathers fall In twisted courses Like downy, gold dancers In the gusty, blue void. Sweet spring air washes Over my lips, stained By your honeyed scent; An echo, a memory, An echo of where you Once roost. You flutter off While my squinted eyes Follow you Past the creeping Shadows, your face … More Angel’s Wings
In 1982, author Byron Preiss published a book called The Secret (A Treasure Hunt). Inside Preiss included twelve verses and twelve illustrations, masterfully painted by his friend and famous book cover artist John Jude Palencar. The goal was to match each verse to an illustration and solve the riddles to find the 12 ceramic casks buried … More The Secret (A Treasure Hunt)
Nerdy as I am, it shouldn’t surprise you that I love Dragonball. The Tournament of Power story arc in Dragonball Super was one of my favorites. But with so many cool characters duking it out, you have to ask the question: who are the most powerful warriors?
The other day I became gripped by the holy Halloween spirit and decided to write a short, scary story. Just today, the story has been posted on Creepypasta. Take a look here. If you’re interested in creepy children, crazy cults, and mysterious creatures, take a look.
Cold sheets crinkle As I wake On a blood Red dawn. Dry winds pluck The summer Flowers bare. Petals clump In grey heaps In the dirt. My toes are numb. Autumn is here.
A fragile fire flickers In my breast, locked Behind bars of pasty bone. The cracked, red coals sputter And the flames lick lower, As they spit Steam and smoke.
Montreal, which means “Royal Mountain,” gets its name from the beautiful mountain that shoots out of the center of the city. From the street level, you can look up and marvel at the tree-covered peak, but the best view is from the top. To get up top, you need to climb. You can take several sets … More The Mont in Montreal
While the mrs. visited me from Britain, I decided to take her for a walk along Brooklyn Bridge Park and on the bridge itself. But the sun shone hard on our backs and the air was heavy and humid, so we had to stop for a cold treat. Emack & Bolio’s was a short walk … More A Sweet Treat at Emack & Bolio’s
The secret to good writing, like anything else, is practice. The more you do it, the better you become at it. You find your favorite words and develop new tricks. You create images no one has experienced before, and you refine them by creating them over and over again. It’s not a question if you should write, but when … More A Writer’s Best Friend
Whether you’re a writer, a painter, or a musician, you never know if you’re any good until you’ve made it big. Sure, your friends and family tell you that you’re talented, but of course they do. They’re meant to support you and they would never tell you that you’re bad even if you were the … More The Talent Dilemma
He Who Wanders 