Tears for Xing Xing
The armies arrived with the dawn. They brought arrows and swords, and delivered screaming death to the citizens of Xing Xing. All the pretty flowers, […]
The armies arrived with the dawn. They brought arrows and swords, and delivered screaming death to the citizens of Xing Xing. All the pretty flowers, […]
We’re through one-third of April, and I’ve got another 19 stories to write for this challenge before returning to the novels-in-progress. And what have I […]
Dusk divides the comfortable, familiar, daylight city from one of darkness and shadow and mysteries and secrets. During the day, you can walk the streets, […]
Found in Sarasota, Florida: a face on dusty concrete in the hour after the storm.
You can walk the tracks forever. You can follow them from town. But you know where they lead and therefore where you’re bound.
Can you hear the music? It’s not constant. It drifts to me on the lightest of breezes, a single note or a measure, sometimes most […]
In this, the final Lygia and the Bull photo, I play with layers, and with blending modes, and come up with what I think are […]
It begins with blood and screaming. It ends with death. All the stuff in the middle is filler.
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