Beholder IX
And finally, with the sands from a brass hourglass, I summon you, Ifrit, by your true name…
Beholder VIII
I seek the gray oracle. Weeks I’ve journeyed. I’ve slept twice upon these steps alone…
Beholder VII
Today, my only son was found murdered for being a necromancer’s child. “Respecting mortality…
Kliptown
Established in 1891, Kliptown is the oldest part of Soweto, a southwestern township in South Africa. The local market remains strongly rooted in its historical origins and cultural practices.
Beholder VI
In a distant land, a dryad weeps for her sister, lost to a careless man-made fire that destroyed her binding tree.
Palestine: Life Under Occupation
I’m not going to write about the history of the conflict in Israel-Palestine. I’m not going to write about the politics and policies. I’m not going to write about the peace processes and the one-state solution or the two-state solution. I will not write about theories or discourses of violence and conflict. Voices get lost in the noise when talking about these issues. All of these concerns are important to address, but what I want to do, is convey to you how the Occupation of Palestine affects people daily.
Beholder V
“Your fortitude is commendable. You are not a creature of this land. Which fiend is your master?”
Beholder IV
“You come to sing to me. Make my heart race with desire. You are a goddess of the sea. Why do you waste time with this mortal man?”
Tillage in the Tundra
The Inuvik Community Greenhouse is the most northerly greenhouse in North America, and it’s certainly unique. It was formerly an arena, but thanks to the Community Garden Society of Inuvik in 1998, it was converted into a greenhouse.
Beholder III
Tavern tales speak of a legendary tree. Some claim it is but a husk of its once-living majestic form.
Beholder I
“Do you know why you’re afraid? You’re afraid of losing the knowledge you gained in life…
Creativity in the Streets
This past summer, I spent some time traveling through Europe. For a month, I visited my family in Italy and traveled the country that my grandparents came from. After that, I backpacked Western Europe before flying to Ireland, where I explored the land that my paternal Grandmother left before coming to Canada.
Up Yours, Children!
Some may disagree, but what
I tell you is true…
Children are no more than
factories of poo.
Abuse of the Natural World
Even if we aren’t thinking about it, the issue is ever-expanding
Now is the time to act…not later…not someday
