The guilty will die in shallow ponds of blood splattered in streaks on wet grass. I’ll paint my face: red lines, black rot smeared messy, and a field of memory like a morning snowfall blotting out a flute’s hollow simmer at dawn. I’ve been released to live among thought. These are the conditions of deception … Continue reading Shadows of the Mind: The Roger Watkins Series // Essay
I like to read out loud. To myself. In the kitchen. At 5 am. Don’t Paint With Fire is a horror spec screenplay I wrote two years ago. For more information on my yet-to-be produced work: CLICK HERE.