I do not have memories I have Dreams Wake up This is a strange little thing I made tonight to process a rather odd dream. Of course, I made everything and as always, if it is not my doing (any bit of it)

Posting a picture of my friends' band, Our Landmark. They played a recent show at a new bar in Urbana, Il called Blackbird. If you enjoy distorted guitars and plenty of rock, check them out on soundcloud!

There is a crack in the floor where I keep them un-touched un-seen pristine secret words incantations bloodbone sigils and tyme If you look you may never notice you may never see lines between wood slats

I was in the forest all day and took some video, here is a little peek at my day with some dark ambient soundscapes I made along with the natural sounds of the forest -- mix n' match. *Link to my yt page

This is a piece I did for @robyneggs #poetrydice Challenge 3000 (Week 23) -- Memories. Link to the challenge post below: Cinder Sound I remember the cinder sounds the way a stem of a stalk of a man in

Where are you but in dream, an image, words strung together that always find me when I need you? Yes, I need you and I know it because you find me down amongst the mire, preserved, mummified, crusty dry

Sharing some of my passion for Disc golf with this vintage style image. It is cold, freezing winter wind chill advisory cold. Warm inside, my thoughts still outside at the parks around on the trees, now

When the nights went long -- spoken word & video

Lupa, shake your fur and stretch for the night is here let the hubris shed from you like peeling skin make way the fang and paw forget the words of men dew scent drop drop drop un-tame and be wild again

What a treat to look out my window and see this camellia blooming today. I planted this and a small leaf variety three years ago and have just been in waiting for the time when I can start to harvest (each

As I work on a few other paintings that have a deadline I like to slowly chuck away at my more personal pieces whilst waiting for paint to dry a bit on the others, I'm always juggling many projects. This

First off, pardon the merino wool fibers everywhere.... it's impossible to keep up with them when wool is part of so much of my arting round here. I do lint brush everything down before exhibitions and

I think I’ll turn you to stone this taste in my mouth the space your words floating higher out of reach dirt is my crown and it pulls me deep tangled thoughts or memories it’s all the same so I’ll look

I'm a slow painter, I take lots of time to work through ideas and dream content which is why I am always working on 10 to 12 at a time. This is a little storyline that came to me via a ponder one afternoon

It's Wednesday and we have another live Nox Mente show. @jerrycthulhu and I will be live at 6pm pacific time with this weeks guest, DG Dave of Bird of the Hill Productions. I hope you can join us for another

“You took that turn again!” The ocean vast and dark – swells cold and pulls. “It only hurts at first and then I’m in your lungs aquatic.” Salty undertaker. Lurching sting. “Remember how long I kept you

somnium

Wabash Park has been my playground my entire life. I had a pool pass to the Hap Parker swimming pool every summer. I played little league at the ball diamonds. I practiced tennis for hours against wall;

Lonely girls are dangerous girls All the hours Steep Steep Steeping too long. The bitter notes come. Loneliness sends out shoots Roots Tendrils. We want to know why the nights are dark and without end.

This war has torn at us in ways not yet seen I write from afar From the deep end of my heart Miles away from you This battle has taken its toll in blood and time These scars grow hard Hardened days turn