I haven't left this room for six weeks. The blinds have been shut for four. It stinks in here but I'm getting used to it. I've been distracting myself with oils, brushes and canvases. I've been painting alternate realities. I've covered the fear i
For the real Marco.
A man stood at the edge of a large, shallow artificial pond. Something caught his eye, an object bobbing on the otherwise smooth surface of the water. For a
“We have reached the world’s edge and now where do we go? Where else is left to explore? Are we to sail forever until we die of cold or starvation?”
The sailor stood with his companio
YESTERDAY MY WIFE caught me with a picture of her best friend Liz. It was the one of her at the Christmas party, wearing the skimpy red dress and the reindeer antlers. It’s my favorite photo. So I’m standing there, the