In which the mystery at hand is discussed, sigil magic is described, and a the leader of the magic gangs vote on their course of action.

In one corner, weighing in at 250, the poet at 12.
Eating for comfort, for company, to quiet his general
distaste for everything.

When cardboard is whatcha got, cardboard is whatcha draw on.

A wistful medley of piano, violin, and guitar that attempts to evoke the openings and closings of the forgotten corners of our memory, and the bittersweet feelings that accompany them.

In which the meeting of the leaders of the Magictown gangs commences, and David find himself face to face with his old flame.

In the chilly damp air of late summer, the lonely
croaks of bullfrogs, in their kingly stances, bellowing
from their swollen necks the songs of lacking love.

Alternate titles for this illustration included ‘Beardy McBeardingstien’, ‘The Beards of Madison County’ and ‘The Bearding in Connecticut’.

A song from a 21 year old Ben. A true story of heartbreak and lost opportunity. Re-recorded for The Great and Secret Thing.

Everyone say hello to Ben Powers, our new Wednesday bard.

Three images taken from a walk on a wet, gray day. I like the way I feel differently about the photographs when they are each a solitary object, or as part of a group. Something in my mind is always gently nudging me to order things into threes.

In which David reunites with his estranged father figure, Victor, advice is given, and the mysteries of Magictown are discussed.

You, whispering hymns in my ear,
one orange saturday morning:
the dear uninvited.

Remember to play with markers kids. You should always play with markers.

The final chapter of One Lane Bridge, and Mister Toby Sells’s final regular bit for The Great and Secret Thing.

It started out as an idea to document the “Old South”. It dissolved into something much cuter as I found myself unable to stop photographing the wife and pooch.

In which a rival forces David to face his own short comings and the future, as well as an estranged father figure from his past.

Silence, bleeding slow through the mall,
each cough finding tile to ricochet from
back to the sender’s ear.

High fantasy and bee-hive hairdo’s. A match made in heaven.

The trial is over, and as the heat of summer gives way to the cool of winter, people are left to pick up the pieces of their lives and move on. Or not.

The Great and Secret Thing is looking for some one to take over the Wednesday spot.

After a night of dancing and drinking at a Mississippi wedding at the famous Hollywood Cafe, two dear friends of mine were kind enough to give me the after-hours casino-free tour of Tunica County.

An original creation myth that I dig out every few years and poke with a stick. I had the original idea almost a decade ago, and I keep rewriting it every few years because of hard drive failures and my own boredom.