I was off to the big city to serve as a temporary employee. Puffed up beyond recognition online (much like my own website?) my position was nothing more than that of a paper cutter. I spent my days toiling over the thin strips assuring that they were arranged just so.

My readers may be aware that I am in the employ of a museum. In my stay as a visitor I spent hours hunched over the grueling task of label making. The numbing work and sterile environment caused my thoughts to turn in and wander through their own twisted corridors.

Inside the stark difference between day and night was gone and had no meaning; blessed rest would not come now. The horror show laboratory seemed to have grown around me and now mirrored my darkest thoughts. I could not escape; the deaths preserved here so carefully, attached to my soul.

The fumes from the jars clouded thoughts and forced me deeper into this nightmare. Tunnels stretched on and on and in the silence I screamed. Even death did not answer. Was this place real or just a formaldehyde dream?

-2012-
sleepwalking
new chapter

-2011-
like sedona?
torn in two
blink
bridge to nowhere
door
hitting the wall
elusive 2
elusive 1
ascenders
voyage
hole
icarus

-2010-
revisited 2
revisited 1
which way?
the pit
treasure
narrow
snowfall
chute
false floor
monolith
crack
freeze
slice
bunker
beckon
treasure
resolution

-2009-
goodbyes
undercurrents
casting the bones
mountain thief
the deer hunter
strange temple
sanctuary
burial pt. 3
burial pt. 2
burial pt. 1
scarlet fever
rebirth from hell
forsaken
the lower depths
underground lake
stretch sewer
crypt
still waters
shadow movements
meager rations
sw pt.8: geothermal + ending
sw pt.7: lost gold mines
sw pt.6: big tube caves
sw pt.5: gold!
sw pt.4: el calderon caves
sw pt.3: redondo
sw pt.2: ghosts
southwest adventure pt.1
the river
dark salvation
reflections
dreams
the underdark
night odyssey
beginnings