The Never Nursery

I let my brush do most of the work and responded to what it was saying to me. Gentle… gentle… now take the lead…

Austin, Interrupted.

… I guess that’s my point: regular reflection is healthy…

there and back again.

Thunder Bay to London to Markham to Toronto to Thunder Bay… easy peasy!

the one where trump wins potus.

Who really knows where we’ll be a decade from now… a quarter of a century even… what will post-Trump America look like? What will the world look like? I’m shaken by the images in my mind…

to hell and back.

so. many. projects.

the rose.

Emily sat with her back against a gravestone, looking out over the cliff and the sea to the darkening horizon. Something inside of her told her that none of it was right… that she was alone and there was no hope left. The crystal blue waves crashed loudly among the rocks on the shore and […]

the wait.

two souls bound together. hilarity ensues.

the future.

There can only be one! Yup, I’m quoting Highlander now.

me.

I have always been a writer. I always will be a writer. And much more to the point, I’ve been craving a space beyond the realm of fiction to express myself…