A Tangled Mind In Motion

May The Bridges I Burn Light The Way To The Last Dodo Bird Standing

September 1, 2016August 31, 2016

We All Have Our Own Twilights, Isles, and Abysses To Return To…After 7 Shots of Single Malt.

August 30, 2016August 30, 2016

The Firth of Forth Is A Fjord and Other Alliterations

August 29, 2016August 29, 2016

Hard To Feel Oppressed With All This Color About

August 27, 2016

One Grave In Every Necropolis Belongs To The Ghouls

August 24, 2016

Neurotics Build Castles, Psychotics Live In Them, My Mother Cleans Them

August 23, 2016

Good Fortune Might Be A Fantasy A Wee Bit Above Glasgow’s Station

August 21, 2016

All These Ancient Ruins Make One Indifferent To Time

August 20, 2016

My Kindle Is The Cathedral Where I Worship, My Stories As Precious As Prayers

August 19, 2016

The Higher The Building, The Lower The Morals

August 18, 2016