The silence made friends with the night, hugging it like a brooch in a piece of cloth. It told the stars that shined in its neckline and gently, one by one, it began to conceal their glitter...

Ancient Egyptians, plagued by plague, Still scribbled figures on papyrus. (Illnesses wear us down and yet Communication's ever tireless) Conquering eastward, was it war Or just a cold that...

xxi      Then Orfeo descended on the bed Of leaves and moss. His fury made him rave. From tearing grass and hair his hands grew red. "Alas, my Queen, my wife, I couldn't save!" The Steward...

xi    And when sweet juices ran from lip to chin And waists felt fuller than a bursting sack They piled up leaves and heather to begin A morning nap. Etain lay on her back Each finger yet...

What began as a mere viral advertisement for our Theater Company's night of one acts became a piece of art unto itself, capturing the environment and people of LA, it creates an environment of...

Heath Ledger just had that 'numbered days' look, especially near the end. May he now rest in peace. Though I wouldn't want to leave the planet with the Joker as a swan song. Creepy. It was the last...

“PURPLE LIPSTICK� Beyond Goth Vancouver, BC, June 15, 2008—Heather Haley’s videopoem Purple Lipstick still garners kudos having been an official selection at the VideoBardo 2nd...

Employing a poem-as-script strategy, “Dying For the Pleasure� is a blackly humorous, kaleidoscopic trip down Memory Lane, the car a metaphor for power, an extension of desire. Once behind the...

So, What Da Heck Is An Archetype? By Reid Baer Whether on Heathen Or Preachers’ ground There’s plenty neuroses To go around ... Me? I’ll plant both feet Where ARTISTE is found! -

In a field of heather, lavender, enveloped by rose bushes,
The sun shines bright, showing off the colors of the delicate verdure.
I close my eyes to smell natures perfume,
But...