Me, dressed in the finest intentions, glancing over, once, and then–the sky opened up. You were heavenly, frightfully sublime...

When reality suffuses our castle in the air, the yearning resumes its poisoned trail, weighing the heart. fogging the mind.

Typing is akin to using an Enigma machine, especially if I over analyze the keyboard...

What was supposed to be a four-day weekend of editing my story, ended up being a basement flooding nightmare.

After being haunted by the Brandstätten images in December, I decided to purchase original photographs of WWII bombed out German cities.

Comedy sketches are ripe with material, and SNL is proving their mastery in this genre. There's a silver lining to these oppressive times.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

A 4AM sketch of Cupid and Psyche stalls as Cupid’s face won’t take its intended form. Each attempt produces a different man, one that forces the illustration for to follow a face I didn’t choose.