Happy birthday to the mad Gonzo saint. Let's cheers to this mind of threaded insanities, the functional junkie. A toast of Wild Turkey, a drive through "bat country" and the knowledge that...
"I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Feel the sun beating over my brow, speckled and damp and her brow wet like honey. The blood rushing and wet like honey. The blood rushing. The beating heart in Kansas City. The honeyed skin, the beating hearts, the beating suns. Wet like honey. A triangle … Continue reading A Triangle Under a Spotlight Sun
Uncovering the modern identity of an African Kingdom. A beautiful and rugged society, multicultural, secular in some ways, rigid in others.
Bohemian nights in Valencia where the gypsies shred violins into the coming dark
Before the world can truly reveal itself you must take a period of meditation. A time of reflection. To pre-game, to set a cosmic course of action by stating your intentions and making them manifest. This is the driving force behind Sketching Sights. To become one with the elements of each and every environment that strikes me. […]
I recently had the pleasure of joining fellow author Maria Rochelle in quite a revealing conversation… A discussion on travel, literature, writing, life, love and losing oneself in the beautiful madness of all things. Since reading Knausgaard i’ve been determined to step, several wide steps, away from the ego. Moving instead towards a voracious diet of […]