The Stitching Man

if you see the shrouds he's come to spin a yarn and thrum a drum to gift you with a mask so fine it can't but help to ease the mind The Stitching Man is a friendly sort so easy in his eccentric gait you'd never suspect the masks he wore were borne of another's… Continue reading The Stitching Man

The Third Visitation | The Red Duomo

IN MY DREAM | The red duomo loomed over me, suspended between a bottomless mist that had a bizarre solidity, enough to maintain the weight of a full-grown man and the endless ambit of a shimmering and starless sky, black save for a strange-flickering of blue-lightening, threshing the skin of the void like great and… Continue reading The Third Visitation | The Red Duomo