the reluctant illustrator

(part two) Memory is a curious thing. What gets anchored? What gets jettisoned? What gets obscured and overwritten? What never

(part one) This begins our story of The Bahamut. Over the holidays I dragged my son, and pushed myself, to

...for you this year. May it be light of heart and full of generosity. Bring the dream. Bring it. Happy

...it was a song It was a little song that I'd placed in a secret drawer of my

Thanks for supporting the radio silence. Here's a little signal in the noise... As always... ¡Gracias por leer

A skeleton walks into a bar I'll have a beer... and a mop" In these weird angsty

No, I haven't been sleeping... Well, maybe a little sleeping... I fell into a rabbit hole of making

Leader? Litre? – let's call the whole thing off! The Prosecutor vs. the Felon? Unbelievable... the deep muck of

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