A quiet scene from the Reiffel Bird Sanctuary on the Fraser River Estuary, near Vancouver, B.C.
Paintings and sculptures.
Drawing of Garcia Lorca.
White paper clay sculptures, various designs.
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.
Assorted paper white clay sculptures.
After the long, cold, dark winters I find the spring so invigorating. I finally started photographing budding flowers and green city views again.
There are 88 Hitler clones in total, every clone being the source material for the subsequent one.
Stunning boat and dock photography.
Photography from around Detroit.
These photographs are the result of an accident. While cleaning up a barn, I found three broken, and abandoned windows.
Review of Ocean Vuong’s debut novel On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous
This article is respectfully dedicated to my friend Paul Clements (1964-2017), another good Doctor sorely missed.
I first met Sandra Arnold through a Facebook group, and we became friends, reading each other’s stories and never having met in person.
I would like to introduce Eva Wong Nava, a very talented writer, contributor to Literary Heist, and novelist.
Flare Up! Written by: Gary Beck
Review by: Rhonda McClam
Why Writing Groups Work
Jumping off the Stanley Bridge in to the bay, Stanley Bridge, Prince Edward Island.
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, author of Death O Death, The Dead Undone, Fear Inducer, Hounded, Hounded 2, Toxic Desire, and the Dead Awake.
Creative nonfiction article that muses about my relationship with writing, conceptualizing it as a dance between the story and myself.
A discussion of whether an artist should be medicated or not.
The frustrations of shopping for the perfect family.
A story about a young couple on vacation who discover that the world is not as nice as they thought.
Generations collide, minds are open, and stereotypes are vanquished, inside the crossroads of The Golden State.
“I’ll run errands after the meeting,” Sybil said, as she stood in the kitchen doorway,“ so I’ll see you this afternoon.”
A tree grows in a woman’s house and she struggles to get it outside.
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?
In the tradition of “Twilight Zone,” we read about Tony the trucker and his quest to get home in time for Christmas.
History provides a pathway to cultural self discovery in San Francisco Bay.
A middle-aged man learns the true meaning of growing old.
Dick said that after a while he just sat in the road at 55 miles an hour.
The trauma a soldier suffered at war and how he tries to cope after returning home.
Tyranny Tastes Terror.
Reactionary Roars Resound
Stripped of all the colors that create me,
Bare as the bones beneath my skin
This poem hopes to combine compression with metaphors that achieve a resonance so as to offer the reader a trip into the indefinite.
There are times when sadness creeps in,
filling the space that love left empty.
A blatant depiction of loneliness, and isolation enmeshed with a longing desire to belong somewhere; even if only for a little while
A short meditation on the chemical properties of chocolate.
A poem about everyday love.
In memory of my late Father who passed away suddenly and the long night that I have made home.
The world revolves,
sun casts the fields pink and yellow.
Meditating on Aboriginal women’s tragedy and the issue of law regarding prostitution and ultimately freedom.
This poem reflects on the life of a writer.