Tag: writer
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Portfolio Gallery Updates
Check out some of the recently updated galleries on my portfolio website! I’ve added new projects in design, video, writing, and photography.
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Story in Photography: Summer 48 Hour Film Project 2021
Time flies and projects come and go, but the stacking workload seems to stay the same, pandemic or not. Luckily, I’ve had time to work on and highlight some of the things I’ve been up to in recent months. Particularly, I wanted to highlight some of the behind-the-scenes photography of one of the film productions…
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Analog Rust
I. Twenty-five years.Twenty-five million specks of dust.The flakes of rustblew through plastic and boards:life passed into Hardware and Headspace,and linked cable and cord to my feeling of Home. Super Home Boy 64 I was,where I grew to love characterssaving kingdoms,and I traced their pixelsor painted their dotsinto the adventures I wrote. The polygons materializedand I…
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Bottled Humanity
The way in…I witnessed myself: Trapped in a year,a model in a bottle,sealed in the pressure,silencing the spite. The bottle fused my marrow,filled it with shots of hate.Falsely told by the sirenwhich soaked into the stomach. Trapped with that false blame.Straining.It swelled the bowels,air bubbling up inside. Restrained,in the bottle we madeto breathe together, butit…
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Direction
Flowing is the tide to sink through the sands. Faster in speed. Slower in thought. Decisive in action.
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Figures
A snort and puff;liquor pours outthrough pores, flushed and fierce,and steam fills the voidwhile clanks ring. A room of trials and tracks,of rattling vibrations,of echoes and shrieks, ecstasytests fate and temps fakefigures. Disfigure in darknessshifting with grunts and moans.Broken glass and swaying, numbing.No fierce burningdeep in flesh flakes and drops. Over-encumbered actand now lazy mirrorshide…
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Wildfires
Words are wielded like torches,unintentionally hot,accidentally unconstrained,and hit patches of flesh we did not expect. I breathe fire without insult,singe discontent, unaware,and spread consequence,burning a hole in my confidence. Leave me ash and shame,and smolder with my sorrow,as a stare deep into the embers,red as all in sight. The wildfires are strong.Don’t send me if…
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Tossing Stones
Bodi opened his eyes. After a bright flash of light, objects came into focus. He saw the stone beneath him. He could feel the cool, wet touch, parts riddled with dampened moss. Further out, he made out the mouth of the cave, water pouring down the entrance from the darkness above. He began to make…
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The Shrine
A shrine is a holy place. It is a place that is highly revered by a culture. It is a person of historical significance. It is a library that holds all the knowledge of the world. In this case, it is a relic designed to challenge.
Steven E. Croner | Cipher Eye Media 