The Abyss, Art Is Never Safe

By thirty-eight, Dr. Robert Miller has lost his wife to a rain-slick road and his daughter to something he builds with trembling hands. Marg...

Winds howl through  drafty windowpanes snow globe encirclement-  Can you hear sleigh bells ring? The flowers have all died  and rot in their...

                     Catching the words Incredible Hulk and Metamorphosis before I learned Incarnation and Immaculate Conception, you’d have...

Your shadow doesn't have any hands.  Something seems to have bitten them off in the blaring daylight. You felt it eek down your back for...

  Blind man wallow Glory dreams rocket Skull will flower with proper irrigation Alluring beauty Mortality's kingdom of silence Here is t...

with a tip of the hat to Jeffrey Thomas I am Gregor's lost suns sinking below the infernal Urizen I am the Lord of Hades stuck to Gregor...