Nothing quite like a good, old-fashioned steampunk shoot out!
What lies on the ‘other side?’
The dance goes on forever and ever in the moonlight in the garden in the hearts of the dancers even after the moonlight and the garden and the hearts of the dancers have faded away forever and ever
you know the drill. Click enlarge for all the magical goodness.
I have a secret love for action flicks – and there are those in my collection I can watch over and over and never ever get bored. It hit me about half an hour into Once Upon a Time in Mexico that this might be the perfect date flick – as long as you’ve gotContinue reading “Once Upon a Time in Mexico – revisited”
It’s 1944, five years after the end of Spanish Civil. The close of WWII in Europe is at hand. Ten year old Ofelia (Ivana Baquero) and her heavily pregnant mother Carmen (Ariadna Gil) travel to a remote fascist outpost in the Spanish forest, where they will join her new husband, Capitán Vidal (Sergi López). AContinue reading “Pan’s Labyrinth”
This is the very first story I ever had published, back in the mid 90’s. I often ask folks what they think it is ‘really’ about… It is in the square, in the middle of our town; with the white clapboard church our mothers dress up for on Sunday, donning long white gloves with tinyContinue reading “String of Pearls”
Been a while since I went on about dreaming – one of the recurrent themes around these pages, and also in my life. I have a close friend who has such absolute faith that we can dream the world we want into being, I am encouraged to dare and dream a little bit more. AkinContinue reading “Something that sings”
Life runs in cycles, at least mine does. Times when everything goes according to plan – or better than plan. One good thing leads to another, even better thing. People are happy and productive. Ideas flow and the energy to implement them gushes like a fountain. It’s those times the song, “Walking on Sunshine” wasContinue reading “Crossing the bridge”
Accidentally bumped into Camus the other day, a dangerous thing to do on a balmy summer night. But he was sitting there with nothing else to do but open up to me. Egad. Camus. Nope, can’t say the conversation went well. He began by telling me that all life springs from the absurd – aContinue reading “Ran into Camus and bumped my head”