Category: visuals

  • The Detective

    The Detective

    Before we continue, I feel it is my obligation to offer you a confession – a disclaimer of sorts. Much of what you have heard, or are about to hear, is hearsay; a culmination of my interviews with various suspects if you will. I can only attest to my own thoughts and actions in this…

  • The Tale of Ms. Maddie

    The Tale of Ms. Maddie

    It was 3:15 p.m. on Tuesday, so Benny picked up his pace as he headed to his weekly tutoring session with Ms. Maddie. He knew she’d be furious. She despised tardiness, and he was already fifteen minutes late.  Most of the students loved Ms. Maddie, especially the boys – since she was easy on the…

  • Melancholy

    Melancholy

    Emotion Art Awhile back I worked on emotion images, and I made this tonight not planning on doing it for the collection, but I realized when I was finished that it looked melancholy to me… something that could describe what causes my sense of humor to spiral – trying to find that excitement that seems…

  • The Visitor

    The Visitor

    I look down at these tiny people, And I am bewildered. A strange race, these humans. Bickering, name calling, violence. So much anger, too much hate. Not just here… in this city I am visiting, It appears to be worldwide. And in this thing they call Twitter. So evil, the things they say. Too unkind. I…

  • The Fall

    The Fall

    Fiction & Illustration The Return of Scarlett While Harris, the chauvinistic film producer, was busy wooing Mrs. Moodie, Scarlett was busy with Alec, the gentleman from the gala. Mrs. Moodie’s revenge plot had been put on hold, for the time being, but her anger still festered. It wasn’t the fact that Scarlett had left her…

  • Sand Castles

    Sand Castles

    Haiku & Photo Art Fleeting memories, Building castles in the sand, Smell of sun tan oil. Colored umbrellas, Wet seashells in my pocket, Salty ocean breeze. Pizza and soda, Surfers looking for “the” wave, Orange and pink sunset. Kids laugh, lovers smile, Beach life offers brief reprieve, Fleeting memories. Now that I’m out of “story…