Allow your mind to do as you like, but in the end you must act. You must set that pen to paper, that brush to canvas, that hammer to nail. Continue Reading →
The book that was. The book that is. Last February, when I began this blog, I intended to do many things and one of them was to occasionally let people Continue Reading →
In a dream where the dream was darkness I heard a voice that was both past and future, a disembodied voice that called for progress, prosperity, and equality in a Continue Reading →
I floated in a formless gloom, the sense that up and down were in opposition to where sanity insisted they should exist. I reached for comfort, but found torment instead. Continue Reading →
I’m excited to introduce my first guest to Ontyre Passages. Misha (she just goes by the one name), is known in feline circles as a premier poet. Much of her Continue Reading →
Too often in my life I’ve been a doormat rolled up to look like a punching bag.
Aliens don’t abduct my mind. I do. There I was the other night, lying in bed. Sleep deprived. Having to play phone tag with my physician because she’d failed to Continue Reading →