Immersed In the Clouds

Immersion is the goal. It doesn't matter which medium you're talking about. Art should suck you in, make you feel a part of another world so that you see its colors, feel its turmoil, and speak its tongues. In your mind, at least, the fiction should become the real. If that sounds more than a tad [...]

So Close

Over the past few weeks I've been going back through a lot of the story snippets that I generated during my 750 Words blitz, trying to see if there are any nuggets in there that are worth expanding and maybe even finishing up. The story that I've been focusing on most closely in last few [...]

Making Time

On Friday night, Vasudeva - hailing from New Jersey and one of my all-time favorite instrumental bands - played just a mile or two from where I live. It was great to get out to see them again, especially since the last time I saw them was about a year ago in New Jersey, when [...]

Cryptomnesia

There is a line in the Artifex Pereo song 'No Stranger to Worry' that reads, "Infatuated with a dark, looming end," which is not particularly eventful by itself. It's essentially a typical prog-rock lyric on what I consider to be a particularly excellent prog-rock album. I bring this up, though, because the phrasing and melody [...]

Another Beginning

Whenever you're starting in on a new creative project, it's a good idea to have a plan going in. And it's a better idea to have a realistic plan. The better part of a year ago I was frustrated with my writing. I wasn't doing enough of it and what little I was doing wasn't [...]

Deeper Than the Silence

Deeper Than the Silence

Drums. Pulsing in the background, slow and throbbing. The kind of sound that you feel, the pressure of it coursing through the air, pushing and pulling on your ears and eyes. They are coming. "Get up." Williams was already awake. Terns dragged himself to a sit. I kicked Davis in the ribs to get him [...]

In the White City

In the White City

"Can you run?" he asked. "I don't know," she said, prodding and testing her ankle. She stood up, took a few halting steps then winced and fell back to the ground. "It's okay," he said. Eiko looked around the stone courtyard. Vines trailed over the heavy white slabs and grasses popped up out of cracks [...]

A Good Year

A Good Year

The temple priest stood atop a high ridge. Deep blue water flowed down a ravine behind him and poured into the dark of the caves that cut sharply into the crust of the earth. Water, the lifeblood of the valley, flowed through the caves in a cool current, pushing and pulling with the throb of [...]

The Lyricist: One Foot

Music is important. This much we can all agree upon. But lyrics? That tends to be a matter of great debate. Staff writer Brennan is here to argue that lyrics can and should be valuable to all appreciators of music, not just teenage girls and hippies obsessed with Bob Dylan. To that end, and at [...]