Why all the blood, you ask? Simply put, an abattoir is a slaughterhouse. This is an allegorical cinepoem that reveals a harsh world in which we feel no shock from the constant slaughter of souls,...

Each night in dreams I face a knight or snake. I seek a maiden, fair or hermit, kind. I fly or fall or flee before I wake. It's said each is an aspect of my mind. My boss is not my shadow,...

Wooo! what a hateful, hurtful thing to say. Most people try to hide their ignorance. It's harder then to take a counter-stance. At this I will not blindly walk away. We will our wants ...

I can't forgive myself for feeling trapped. Resentments grow. This isn't what I planned. My faith begins to fade. I can't adapt. I slither off from where I used to stand. My old convictions...

Now everything is cool. We're at that stage when trust, respect feel sure. We sense a link in struggle, pain and hope. As we engage things fall in place, we think in sync. But some day I...

Who lives the candied lives of greeting cards? Old Santa's just the first of many lies. Who dare resists when every song bombards us, makes us spend, consume, our life despise. What if your...

So awkward I feel, agitated, trapped, but I feel that way even when alone. I checked my watch while everybody clapped. Why aren't you here? I hate it on my own. What's all this ruckus? I...

When players know their instruments so well that thought is act and both of them are one or when impassioned poets in a spell hear chanting faster than a pen can run or when an artist in a...

xliv    And though Etain appeared to him entranced Just so he sang to her, till on each cheek He saw the trails of tears as they advanced. The Queen was crying too. She couldn't speak But...

Janet Kuypers’ original poem "Tired of Life" was used in this video by Jez Fry in England for a video project called "Escapism".  The camerawork for this video was...