Moving house is an odd thing, even when that house turns out to be a virtual one. Usually, visual changes here are purel...

Back in the days of yore, when Facebook hadn't even been a twinkle in Zuck's eye, blogs ruled what existed of the Web. "...

[In the style of the Gunpowder Plot Rhyme]

Oh why, oh why, the 4th of July,

Remember, remember, the 5th of November,...

The sweat tastes of her salt, of course, but also of the chalk that dusts her palms. The room feels warmer than it shoul...

Sometimes, the writing can scare me.

There is a moment immediately after the creation of art, art in any medium, where...

Past Imperfect — a nostalgia for a time as flawed as our own but without the awareness that tarnishes the now. The wis...

I find it hard to disengage for the sake of silence. And this is true even though I appreciate the silence once I am the...

As I wake to write once again, I find that all my mind can focus upon is the strike. Creatives and the studios built u...

I have a persistently uncomfortable relationship with social media.

But, usually, I can justify using it because it ha...

More mirror than window is such an eloquent way to put it. The more direct the light we shine upon one another, the more...

I just lit what is likely the last fire of the season. I primarily warm my home with a heat pump these days, but on occa...

I took a day off from journaling yesterday, just one day, it shouldn’t have really been an issue. But, this morning, I f...

A full cast audiobook series about a young superhero team filled with snark, in-jokes, good writing, and — Okay, you sol...

“The fact that [AI]’s specific output cannot be predicted by users makes [AI] different for copyright purposes than ot...

Winter just fights to hold on, and does not go gently. Even a mild winter, like this one, with only the rarest of harsh,...