In Which I Discover That Flailing Is Apparently a Methodology

In Which My Airy Nothings Demand a Local Habitation and a Name

In Which I Attempt to Explain Myself and Fail Spectacularly

Valentine’s Day has always struck me as both tender and faintly absurd.

horror, hilarity, healing...and what lingered after the film crew left

There’s a quiet cruelty in creative work where you have to keep loving the thing while it resists incarnation.

The Story of Spillian's Lotus Room

an ancient celebration of paradox

echoes, inheritance and the art of resonance

a frivolous dictionary, frivolously defined