The Box Labeled “Grandma’s Dishes”

This came to me in the wee hours of the morning, when I was forced to crop a picture so it would fit the platform I was using. I can't help but think that a narrow horizon is an oxymoron...and so is a narrow mind. As usual, I was thinking about the mindless words and … Continue reading The Box Labeled “Grandma’s Dishes”

The Chemistry of Tears

The Muse, of which there are two - (Artist: Aya Kato) And from my fingers, the words bemuse - Her chilled fingers calmed the pooled blood of battle and she reveled in the brief relief behind her swollen eyes. It has never been said that Eve did not cry. Yet the storm can only build … Continue reading The Chemistry of Tears

Threads of Backwards Honesty

If the saying, "A picture is worth a thousand words," originated/was popularized with advertising, then it seems only natural to look at advertising and see how many words it inspires. Unfortunately, we've become a "surface society," and no matter what the advertisers say, I believe that society has been dumbed down by their attempts to … Continue reading Threads of Backwards Honesty

Proverbial Inspiration

It's long been stated that a picture is worth a thousand words, although not as long as you would think. A quick glance at Wikipedia credits this saying to the early 20th Century advertising strategy, although similar sayings date back to the 18th & 19th Centuries. Whenever the origin, the sentiment is the same - an … Continue reading Proverbial Inspiration

Sifting Through the Ashes

Well, I took a little time away from this page, settled into my career and embarked on a ridiculous challenge of Cannabis Infused Orgasms. It was completely over the top, although tastefully done...for the most part. But the lesson is that the challenge I embarked upon sparked something in me and I’ve once again found … Continue reading Sifting Through the Ashes

Chapter 1 – Sins of the Father

It was a scene I had only imagined as a child. My grandmother's house bustling with people, the smell of freshly percolated coffee piping from her stove-top, the aroma filling the tiny apartment. How this space held her, her husband, and their dozen children, I couldn't comprehend. My childhood had been the complete opposite - … Continue reading Chapter 1 – Sins of the Father

Cage of Souls Revisited

Well, I've apparently run out of steam, after only a few days, mind you, on telling you my story. It's not that I couldn't face the facts of my reality, it's just that amidst the rape and intrigue, I've realized that my life is just not that interesting to me. It's just "life." So, the … Continue reading Cage of Souls Revisited

Part 3 – The Hero’s Journey

In every great story, the hero or heroine, descends into the "underworld," before emerging a changed person. Usually, the changes are assets. After all, how can you evolve if you haven't learned new lessons, which make you a wiser person? Sure, it's possible that the hero will be damaged, but I suppose it's all about … Continue reading Part 3 – The Hero’s Journey