The name’s Jack. I’m an avid writer & small time photographer & artist.
Although i’m mostly focussed upon all things language related, i occasionally enjoy a trip down to the beach on sunset with my SX-70 AutoFocus, fondly nicknamed ‘Beast.’
Synonymously, i write darker pieces and enjoy exploring sides to stories that aren’t apparent at first glance.
Anyway, enough of me.
Hope to get talking to some of you soon.
But I wasn’t always the type of kid to coin a nickname derived from street talk for marijuana, taking drags between swigs of ash-stained Jack Daniels in the pouring rain.
Mauve and magenta intertwined, dancing across a blank canvas. As they branched out, strands of colour wove into their fibres; cyan, turquoise, crimson.
Broken dreams. Broken hearts. Broken souls. / Past my eyes the remnants of former lives sprawl etched into the underside of the subway, lost and forgotten to all but those who once cared. / The tell…
Cold. The first sensation that rouses feeling within me. I can sense the pavement shivering, dampened under a tempest once long forgotten. Blue mixes with red, the ground a canvas of sorrows …