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Have you ever yet seen the stars glow at night in your childhood bedroom sky? Does it still, some thirty years later. What stars shine bright, what constellations – imagined in your youth – can you see still, lying there. […]
the written word of j.e. pittman
Have you ever yet seen the stars glow at night in your childhood bedroom sky? Does it still, some thirty years later. What stars shine bright, what constellations – imagined in your youth – can you see still, lying there. […]
Cosmic clock grinds. Forward. Ever forward, never back. New legends rise for the age; through dire trials and struggle. Cosmic clock grinds. Grinds the bones of those who were and would be. Who would be the legends. Their lives ordinary, […]
What words I shall give to you! Now that they begin to flow free again, I return to the realms of Edelfae – my contemporary dark fantasy/horror story rooted in Welsh mythology. Drips and drabs of small fiction also shall […]
To those who have wandered through and found not a soul or sign of presence here, my sincere apologies. These words I extend to those who may have come back through happenstance or an inkling of faith. I have let […]
I’m pleased to announce my new book, 98 Rabbits, is now for sale up on Amazon. What can I say? How to describe it? Absurdist musings which defy description. Best experienced again and again. A trans-temporal phenomenon in which […]
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The Star by which I am guided to my death came to me in a dream. A maddening dream. The sort of dream indistinguishable from reality yet only exists in the moment unburdened by memory or expectation. All the day […]
The only wisdom you’ll find in me is from my writing, yet that is but a reflection of your own inner wisdom. Call me Mirror. Ask me your questions. I’ll give you my answers. My answers may not fit you […]
The drawn breath of one so loved. Last taken. Stolen on a kiss from a serpent’s tongue. Seen only by eyes knowing the strands of eternity, it sits coiled in a jar, stoppered and sealed in wax bearing the mark […]
It’s so strange to think. Period. Spontaneously generated sounds and images and words floating in the darkness of our mind. Singing in the space between synapses. Fire lighting the corners of imagination illuminating worlds wholly divorce from the collectively agreed […]