20/20 was a shitty year, a cataclysmically shitty year. For billions. In countless ways, the year that I'd naively imagined would be a...

It was dark when Bewilder turned off the main road and entered the hamlet of East Waterford. He’d been a fortnight traveling and this was...

The king was now many days from Belvedere, climbing slowly toward the montane of the Grassmere. The terrain was rugged and steep, rocky...

Bewilder set out for Grassmere as the sun dropped behind the western hills. He forded the Hemsford south of Havelin’s cottage. Skye,...

From Chapter 1: Bewilder pushed open the massive oak doors and entered the castle, sword drawn, scanning for movement and listening for...

The signature in the lower right corner is my father's. The date reads "1929." My Dad was born on January 15th, 1921, so if this is...

I was feeling sorry for myself today. Today’s the first day that I’m not working at my old job, and I was feeling kind of down, kind of...

Today I am contemplating the contours of the human heart. Certainly every human heart has topography as rich and varied as the myriad...

Throughout my childhood, I spent a lot of time looking at a particular small, framed drawing in my Dad's workshop. He'd told me that he...

Thank you for visiting my blog. As you may notice from my work, I have a deep fascination with eyes, specifically the human eye. I've...