words, words, words.

What do you read? Hopefully my weekly words.

A Place on One’s Own

Being alone: a curse and a necessity that all writers wrangle with at any stage in their scrivener’s journey.

In Search of Patrons

There are far too many collectors and not enough patrons, and a troubling sign of our times is that we cannot differentiate between the two.

Is it Really Burning?

Too often it’s not about what you show but what you don’t that gets the cookie.

Music be the Food of Love?

To reach a great height means to know an incredibly deep low.

Road Trippin'

The smooth repetitive pulse of asphalt my lullaby.

Why Whine: Pressing

On occasion we taste and immediately spit out a sample, carefully deciding whether it’s worth keeping around or completely changing altogether.

Canis Lupus Familiaris

I wondered what Tintin would have done during his early adventures without Milou.

Why Whine: Crushing

Yet, in the back of my mind I can’t help but constantly ask when will my life start again?

People, places, and...

Where I understood the insignificance of my presence on this planet.

Inspiration

The Greeks called upon the muses, others resort to psychedelics.

Why Whine: Sorting

I ask God, myself and the ceiling how my life got to this.

Tag. It's It.

What is it about graffiti that attracts the stories of the forgotten and unheard?

To Lead is To Serve

The game for the people.

One of Those Places...

To feel a place, is to see it.

Rebirth

Every time it just feels right.

Why Whine: Picking

I could be your miracle.

The Craft

I would like to thank...

Greetings and Salutations

Hello! Bonjour! Guten Tag!