Self Portrait

During the long walk, sometimes, you need a lift. Sometimes, it looks like it’ll be a long time coming.

There’s irony here, considering I write books with titles like NECROPOLIS and SINS OF BLOOD AND STONE, but they let me carry the sign for […]

Back from a weekend away. In case anyone wondered, this is what humidity looks like.

Empty streets.  No sign of life, or even death.  Nothing.  Just the lone traveler making his way through town.  Past the empty lots.  In the […]

Tell me what you think I’m thinking.

Upon every journey, you will reach a fence.  You must stop, of course, perhaps for only a breath, perhaps only to devise a means of […]

Not as good as I wanted.  This is a learning project, after all.