The Jinn

Even I barely know what happened that day. There were forty of us, riding across the desert hills like a…

Inktober 2018 Day 3

I revisited the pyromaniac beaver that I once posted on my Instagram account for today’s entry. Word: Roasted

Emerson used the metaphor of a “transparent eyeball” in describing a meditative state of universal perception and oneness with Nature…

Inktober is a source of normalcy for me. It’s a great way to enforce a routine of art and engagement…

Forty or Fourty Tinny or Tiny Crunchy or Cronchy Slim or Slam Icky or Ucky Harboring, harbouring, labouring under delusions…

Hey all So I’ve been really quiet on here for a lot of reasons lately. Partly it’s because of a…

Hey, it’s been a bit. So a lot of changes have happened. A couple of good friends had a wedding.…

Power outages ain’t what they used to be. When I think about power outages when I was a kid, in…

I don’t think enough value is placed on standardized dog commands. I was getting in my car around 10:30 PM…

The desert is hot and dry. Really hot and dry after being in the Northwest for so long. Anyway, I’m…