Who Turned Off The Lights? And Who Shut The Door?

Who Turned Off The Lights? And Who Shut The Door? Hood

Chickens

The grand scheme of things is of no interest to me. Rather it’s the incidentals, the minutiae observed, and reported fragments of reality that matter. How the occupation between the edges of the sink and stovetop is the extent of workspace, and mutation of elsewhere, and skills of novice jugglers. How recombination of energy creates … Continue reading Chickens →

Which Way Is Up?

There is one thing I can state with absolutely certainly. I never end where I began. There’s nothing really unique about that. It’s probably true for others, as well. But in this instance, I am referring specifically to art. This, too, may be true for other artists, as well. Whenever someone asks how I select … Continue reading Which Way Is Up? →

The Deadly Pen

As writers we have inherited the grave responsibility of choosing our subjects carefully. We are restrained by a code of ethics we must follow and respect — or risk expulsion. Furthermore, there is no wiggle room. Date of inception of code is unknown, sadly… The code states: We must be precise when choosing our subjects … Continue reading The Deadly Pen →