I stood at the shore of a river that cut through the mountain like a knife, beneath a narrow sliver of sky so gray. The water, clear of color and intent, having stripped the dirt from the...
I don't remember if I explicitly said as much, but I planned from the outset to post one painting a week. For a while I was remarkably consistent about this, and with good reason: I had a...
I have heard that space is humanity's final frontier. It's strange to think about. We will someday settle that frontier, if we do not kill ourselves first and if an unknowable interstellar intelligence does not destroy us...
She says less than most people, offering no opinions, asking no questions. Her eyes betray not a single glimmer of curiosity, but they never leave yours. She barely blinks. She listens, as if it a chore which...
The sound of something sludgy trickling down stone. The odor of copper and incense. A boat groans as it rubs against its mooring. Above, you can hear the clarion tones of the terrestrial spheres as they hang...
The Shufflepuck Cafe is in the furthest reaches of space, beneath the surface of a distant asteroid. Within its gloom, the denizens of unknown, desolate planets sit, and drink, and play – yes! – shufflepuck. You've wandered into the...