Baby Lion (Anna, Farmer #5)

Anna’s father remained upset with her for a day, and then two days, and by the third, it was clear that she had gravely wounded him. Ever since the ill-fated meeting with Uncle Sam, Mr. McDermott had retreated back into his paperwork, pushing papers and running facts and figures with such an intensity that when […]

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Starlight #7: Foul Play

Starlight is a series I started writing for fun in 2016, written in the “style” of a comic book.  As such, this is not my best writing, but it’s something I had fun doing. Cad (Narration): So, it’s game day. Game night? Whatever. We open at Ridge Hill High’s stadium, night. A sizable crowd has gathered to watch a football game between the Ridge Hill Hawkeyes and the Inlet […]

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Poem: Midnight

Blue-black bays at the bright moon. Together we-who-are-one walk towards the sky. Restless, we wish for wisps of senseless joy. Bright-black begs for a sharper contrast. Alone, I-who-am-many make do with the stars I have. Lonely, I long for songs of yesterday.

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ACC 20/20: September

Welcome to ACC 20/20! We start small with the return of Squirrel Academy even as Anna Farmer and Starlight carry on… but there are more surprises and fun in store as Electric/Eccentric’s current season closes out and AC3’s Self-Shame nears its own conclusion. Monday, September 2nd- “Midnight” (Poem) Thursday, September 5th- “Issue #7: Foul Play” […]

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ACC 20/20!

It’s that time of year when I announce my upcoming projects and the central messages inspiring and linking them. Unfortunately, the unexpected cancellation of two renders this year’s offerings a little smaller in scale. That’s okay. We work with what we’ve got. So, without further ado… ACC 20/20 is about truth- truths we know, truths […]

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Poem: Persephone

Alone within the quiet cavern you crawl The choices you made make less sense here. Around the waves the foam frees you. Light cannot be found without fear. I dreamed of dreary days and needless nights They sheathe me as I stagger onward Skies sit sadly where they cannot be seen.

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