Sweltering summer radiated from the sun overhead. There was not a cloud in sight and the heat wavered and undulated against spongy asphalt through the obscenest humidity. It was high noon during…
Justin’s Journal
Gaming Memory—A New Kind of Adventure
My Introduction to Tabletop RPG Gaming & My First Player Characters It was the frigid winter of 1991. I was eleven years old and attending Christian County Middle School in Hopkinsville, Kentucky….
That Time I Forgot Who I Was
Or, how creating a short-lived internet radio station helped me find direction, and why. This post is a reflection on my history, delving into a period a decade past when I had…
Descent
Shamans gather upon that ancient hill— Where verdant-born youth once gripped vibrant bright in motherly embrace Where now linger the withered and worn. Fractured. Forgotten. Medicine-men made of wildfire and whispers yearning…
Morning Static
Sometimes the subconscious mind seems fundamentally sadistic. Like some assassin charged with the slaughter of tranquility; waiting for the most inopportune, unexpected moment to dredge up old memories that have lain still…
The Human Song
I was watching a documentary on the Chauvet caves of Southern France which contain a plethora of the oldest cave paintings still in existence. One chapter of the presentation focused on a…
Destroying Beauty
Tracing upon youth’s bitter edge, so practiced in deceit, they adore and desire all they cannot keep. Ten smiles hang upside down falling from tangled branch beneath. The wishing tree weeps in…