For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

—C.S. Lewis

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Avery’s Bookshelf: Magic Treehouse (1)

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Avery’s Bookshelf: Ralph S. Mouse (1)

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Medicine for a Little Moon

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Synapses

Sometimes, universes of human creativity aren’t birthed all at once, but by slow synapses repopulating the black…

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The Empire

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Creative Satiation

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Deleting the Universe

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blue light special

a reflection on living in one of the rough neighborhoods in Baltimore City…

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Two Decades of Daydreams

on maladaptive daydreaming and coming into my own as a Christian creative

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Retro-Futurist Writing in Charm City

A little bit about my writing journey, my current chapter of life, and what I hope this blog will become!