In cemento veritas
Paintings and sculptures.
Garcia Lorca
Drawing of Garcia Lorca.
Ribbon
White paper clay sculptures, various designs.
A vein of gold in Paris
Using a tilt-shift lens and post-processing for the colors, I created this photo of a Paris street that looks like a vein of gold.
Clay Sculptures
Assorted paper white clay sculptures.
Floral Ecstacy
After the long, cold, dark winters I find the spring so invigorating. I finally started photographing budding flowers and green city views again.
Hitler Clone (60)
There are 88 Hitler clones in total, every clone being the source material for the subsequent one.
Dock of the Bay
Stunning boat and dock photography.
Virtual Detroit
Photography from around Detroit.
By the Window Sill
These photographs are the result of an accident. While cleaning up a barn, I found three broken, and abandoned windows.
Author Eva Wong Nava
I would like to introduce Eva Wong Nava, a very talented writer, contributor to Literary Heist, and novelist.
Review of Flare Up!
Flare Up! Written by: Gary Beck
Review by: Rhonda McClam
Does Your Horse Have A Saddle?
Why Writing Groups Work
Jumping Stanley Bridge
Jumping off the Stanley Bridge in to the bay, Stanley Bridge, Prince Edward Island.
Nick Hornby: On using Spotify for fuel, Jigsaws, and more
Nick Hornby, best known for his memoir Fever Pitch and his novels High Fidelity and About a Boy, all of which were adapted into feature films.
Interview with Ellie Douglas
Interview with Ellie Douglas, author of Death O Death, The Dead Undone, Fear Inducer, Hounded, Hounded 2, Toxic Desire, and the Dead Awake.
Circling Around Writing
Creative nonfiction article that muses about my relationship with writing, conceptualizing it as a dance between the story and myself.
Should an artist be medicated?
A discussion of whether an artist should be medicated or not.
A Spark of Light – Review
A review about a controversial book by Jodi Picoult.
A Review of The Religion of Self Entitlement
A book review about a philosophical fictional novel.
Deconstructing Chocolate George
30 years before there were gastropubs there was Chocolate George.
Dark and Damp
A tree grows in a woman’s house and she struggles to get it outside.
Mr. Flipper’s Mistress
They have all been gathered. It is time to name a killer or two. The only problem is the killer has already been named or has she?
Thrift Store
In the tradition of “Twilight Zone,” we read about Tony the trucker and his quest to get home in time for Christmas.
Angels of Tiburon
History provides a pathway to cultural self discovery in San Francisco Bay.
Lost in Pepperland
A middle-aged man learns the true meaning of growing old.
Something Black
Dick said that after a while he just sat in the road at 55 miles an hour.
Theories of Forgetting
The trauma a soldier suffered at war and how he tries to cope after returning home.
Heartless
A science fiction short story about robots living with humans.
Wards End
Charles is a child with dwarfism who moves to his recently deceased grandfather’s lake house with his sometimes-excessively worried mother.
The Orphans
Two very different people meet.
Senior Mementos
Fading memories are awakened and new love blossoms within the beat cafes and soda fountains of the mind.
magnetron
Who is the butterfly, who the flower?
Neat
This poem reflects on the life of a writer.
Self Portrait Through Convex Lenses
I relax, limbs spread across the bed.
Under a comforter I roast on a spit
My little piece of hell
A poem about feeling trapped in a life that I am well aware I should be out of for many reasons.
No Reason
And that was it, there was nothing left to say;
In a world that hits hard, a soft touch fails to hold meaning;
I get up at dawn
This poem is inspired by early Chinese poetry, and it is an entirely original composition.
So Very Much is Left…
So very much is left unseen
Between the printed out pictures and
Remember
My poetry refers to the past and the present almost simultaneously.
Not a Rose
This piece touches on self-worth…more like, pushes away and embraces the duality of the idea.
See you around
A work of horror, of guilt and of droll humour.
Vigilance
In the resilient haze of my infanthood A half-opened drawer of linens Exudes my mother’s fragrance Of jasmine, almond, and cloves.