You open your eyes and see a bright, starry night sky. You are lying on a soft field and are surrounded by blooming flowers, it feels like spring.  That’s weird, last time you checked it was January...

The landing capsule settles with an exhale, stirring dust into opaque clouds. Click. The hatch springs open. I step out to survey the landscape, kicking pebbles and watching them shoot out in low gravity....

The storm brings peace. The calm of the weather season is changing. We count the changing time by storm. World runs, like clockwork. Three dimensional. Like our world. Or so we think. The ancient humanoids...

Brilliant colors of the sunset melt  into the foliage of dying trees. Yellow, orange, red, purple, fade into drab browns, into different shades of gloom. Coffee-ground leaves  sink into...

Hello, what you have in your hands is the culmination of months of research and discoveries. These are the Chaos Blade Files, a collection of Files that will inform you on the Chaos Blades and how they...

Faces  I’ve had many names throughout the years  Years upon years of life leading to where?  A given, an asian, a secret, a self-proclaimed  Little cold, jewel bug are some of the few    I’ve...

  The grass is growing green again, as Spring returns, taking all of Winter’s rot, all what Winter wrought: the lost things, the cold things, the old things, the dead things. And...

Listen without speaking, Open your mind to the network of intangible colors,  Let the emptiness wash over in a cleansing tide of nothing.    What is heard is unspoken, What is spoken...

In Greek mythology Persephone is the daughter of Zeus (king of the gods) and Demeter (goddess of harvest and agriculture). One day when Persephone was working with her mother in the mortal realm, she was...

  I have brought glory to Rome.   And though my friends have fallen, I bear no brute on my chest For I rise above them mercilessly,  It’s their final time to rest.   Julius...

  No magpies bridged the Milky Way, but this greater flame came and ate our nebula of simmering, shimmering miseries.   What are we now, void history?   Acid burned our hands...

“This isn’t thinking club. You’ve been thinking too long.” So what, buddy? What if I Want to think?  Except I keep going back to snails. Reminds me of My childhood.  I was told...