Part II: Bending the Hands of a Clock Alex steps outside and fixes the thin brim of his black hat to shelter to shadow his eyes. There never seems to be a cloud in the sky. He walks through small crowd

Part I: Rags Precede Royalty Note: This is a complete re-write of a past story I am revisiting and redeveloping. Please enjoy A man approaches on horseback, a dark mirage on yellow desert. A cloud of sand

I’ve been away and way out of the loop, absent for what feels like years. Something happened on Steemit, now there is this new Hive jive blog thingy. Cool. It’s a new relationship! All the sparks are flying!

apocalypse sky. the quiet after the storm. #needsmorezombies

... other side.

... billion years ago. During the Mesoproterozoic era of the Precambrian eon, the continent spread apart on the Midcontinent Rift System extending from what is now eastern Lake Superior through Duluth

Minnesota’s NorthShore can feel like an ocean.

It's getting to be a long winter in the Minnesota (as it does this time of year). How much longer can it draw out? Well, after surviving an Arctic Vortex of a subzero temps and two blizzards that brought

May 31st Noticing his casual posture between flickering lanterns, he in comfortable in drab damp surroundings. He sips his beer. I sip mine too. We laugh. Shadow haze a thousand smoked cigarettes saturating

May 22nd The camera lens sharpens, focuses, and begins recording the motion of the eye. I can see into the darkness. My arms and legs are strapped to a chair. I sit stiffly. The camera’s eye buzzes, zooming

May 24th In the night a tall man walks alone down a musty city alley dressed in black. Crows bounce off the ground picking at garbage. He reaches for his hat removing it as he walks deeper through the

May 18th I follow Jack into the night club. The street is a cold lonesome shell, wet with civilization and the onset of night. They follow us in and sit casually at the bar. It’s a high class fancy joint

There is a tiny ocean at the top of Minnesota. It's not really an ocean. It's fresh water. It's not even a sea, but it's just as big as some, maybe larger. Lake Superior, one of the largest fresh water

The surface is cold and water ripples backwards, waves emerging from a far away circumference pulsing inward toward the center where my index finger touches. A leaf lifts off the ground and returns to

It’s been a many few couple of years or more since I picked up the ol’ graphite HB, 2B, 2H, 6B, etc, etc, charcoal, ebony, anything pencil to sit down and draw. Call it lack of time, call it inability

2018 took us on a family "Tour de Great Lakes" road trip. Our first stop was Lake Superior at the northern tip of Wisconsin, home to a magnificent bluff at the Apostle Islands. Camping at the

I jerked my head away from seeing and sunk into the growing black pool beneath my body. I felt the cold wetness seep into my limbs. My soul collapsing in form contained once again in a body, solidified,

Hyped by tourism, this North American marvel is quite a splash. Enriched with history, Niagara Falls was not always the glorious waterfall she crashes at today. Music by AIR: "Surfing On A Rocket"

There is a certain quality and quantity of sadness in time, the passing and fading of memories. A past no longer able to grasp or revisit. The moments that made us that are no longer there other than in

The Black Hills have a mystical otherworldly quality. Where cellphones get no reception and the individual is submerged in the raw natural beauty all around. The one catch is, you must travel deeper in,