Strange Places: Close to Home V

My day job has been busy this week, and although most of it has been positive, it has been a little draining. Fortunately, the arrival of spring has brought all sorts of little critters that brighten my work week mornings. From a nefarious wasp staring me down while my coffee brews to the loudest bird... Continue Reading →

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Strange Writing: Horror Haiku

I'm participating in NaPoWriMo this month with a series of horror haikus paired with my own photography. Look for them every day at 5pm!

Muse of the Day

You're here because you know something. What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you... Continue Reading →

Strange Wednesdays: National Volunteer Week

National Volunteer Week is dedicated to showing appreciation for and promoting volunteering in all forms. Taking place this year from April 15th to April 22nd, National Volunteer Week was originally created in Canada to recognize the contribution made by women in Word War II. It was established in The United States in 1974, and is... Continue Reading →

Strange Writing: Horror Haiku

I'm participating in NaPoWriMo this month with a series of horror haikus paired with my own photography. Look for them every day at 5pm! Thank you to the Go Dog Go Cafe for providing inspiration with today's writing prompt!

Muse of the Day

The new freedom of expression brought by the Internet goes far beyond politics. People relate to each other in new ways, posing questions about how we should respond to people when all that we know about them is what we have learned through a medium that permits all kinds of anonymity and deception. Peter Singer,... Continue Reading →

Muse of the Day

Art is the most beautiful deception of all. And although people try to incorporate the everyday events of life in it, we must hope that it will remain a deception lest it become a utilitarian thing, sad as a factory. Claude Debussy, French Composer

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