My oh my, where has The Ghost been? Where has his insightful rhetoric and unsolicited references to his favorite music gone? Perhaps he has died. Perhaps he is out adventuring through the wilds of Bora Bora. Perhaps he is erecting a new panda conservation site, dedicated to the revitalizing the population of those monochromatic bears. … Continue reading Dream Catcher
I'm what you would call an urban explorer; essentially, I break into abandoned places for fun. I'm a professional interloper. Honestly, I don't do it for the thrill anymore. I used to, for sure. The adrenaline rush coming from the fear of being caught hooked me, but I stuck with it for the solitude. There … Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY: "The Strobe"
I taught myself how to read tarot years and years ago. I could probably still do it, but people take card reading very seriously. Most people don't realize that it is all a play on psychology, a generous dollop of artifice to mask the fact that the reader is asking prying questions that the querent … Continue reading So You Want to Quit Your Fortune Telling Job?
This post is going to start with a religious anecdote, but I promise that it won't stay there long. Stay buckled up for me, if you can muster the gumption. I'm fascinated by gods, deities, and higher powers in mythology. I love legends of reality weaving beings far beyond mortal scope and understanding, and one … Continue reading Blood on the Altar
Empathy may just be the thing that defines us as an organized society and as a creative, innovated race. The ability to not just feel similarly to someone else but further yet, entertain the idea of someone else's personal existence as theoretically our own is simply an incredible leap of consciousness. It's something that I … Continue reading Empathizing with Illusion
After Momma got sick, Daddy didn’t act the same. He’d go off into their room and not come out for days. I was just thirteen at that time, but Daddy said I was big and needed to take care of things. I liked feelin’ responsible. Back then, it was just me, Sarah-Beth, and baby Junie, … Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY: "Daddy's Girl"
I love games. Like, you don't understand. I love games. I have a wall filled with games. A friend of mine made robust, custom shelving just to hold my board games. For a period, I hosted weekly game nights and had become "the game guy." My board game acquisition has slowed down significantly now that … Continue reading Ticket to the Gaslight Circus (Part 1)