Creativity is an act of defiance. I know you probably don’t want to hear another fucking word about the current President of the United States and the oligarchs in power, but it is the end of a long January as I write this, and today I am choosing expression over escapism. Yes, there is time,…
As I sit here writing, the sun is out, the sky is a perfect blue, the wind is whipping up little whitecaps on a gorgeous ocean, the last of the fall color is dancing in the streets, and America has elected an authoritarian, racist, convicted rapist to the highest office in the land. I am…
We’re Insane.
Here’s to meet-cutes!
The Cold War was a distraction?
I once drew a map of my dreams. That was a mistake.
At the onset of this brief ‘stillness of the soul’ month, my mind is trying to untangle the ideas of grimdark and hopepunk.
Sometimes, you just need to know when to leave.