The killer arrived just after The Three Wise Men had departed. He slipped in through the barred second floor window with his toolkit and chloroform in hand, stuffed the rag into my mouth, then went to work dismantling my time. I learned later that the killer’s name was Winter, and that he had already visited […]Read more "The Fifth Winter"
With a few more steps into the unknown, you and I and the Electric Holy Road have found ourselves at the beginning of one more journey around the sun. It’s become a bit of a tradition for me to sit down, reflect and scribble out one of these mad-cap capping-off articles at the end of […]Read more "A Third Dangerous Retrospective – 2017"
The sun setting over the trees at the top of the hill yesterday marked the end of my second full week at Can Serrat. The first day of the third and final week has also begun to close, slowly and with a chill in the air. As night divides the day outside, I am sitting […]Read more "Lessons Learned Among the Artists"
For me, creation comes from creation. In deep green it is possible to find the spark necessary for a blaze. Surrounded by tall glass walls and cement, creation seems to wither and fade away. That’s not to say that I can’t write within a city setting, I just find that doing so is like digging […]Read more "Angels in the Garden"
“Words are air. Writing is forever.” – Fridge magnet The act of putting words onto paper is like bringing something to life. From soil or skin, something blooms and lives in reality. Ink drips slowly, soaks into paper and then forever more the truth is made. The intangibility of the blog is something that keeps […]Read more "On Paper Plains/Planes (Or: Again with the Changes)"
Here they come, stepping in line to a sombre drum beat, the Nazarenos. Their hoods rise to the night sky, penitent cloth and bare feet a symbol, a request. They march through the narrow streets, under rippling velvet banners displaying the colour and symbol of their church. They carry with them staves, candles, crosses and […]Read more "Murcia – Electric Holy Week (and a Half)"
I arrived in Germany in late 2015, with nothing and no one, save my suitcase and backpack, by my side. I was beginning my exchange, a six month university experience that saw me grow from a little, troubled bean of a person to a slightly taller sprout with a few of different troubles. I remember […]Read more "At Home Between Homes – Germany 2017"