How the Finding of the “Treasure” ​Leads to a Protagonist’s Resurrection It is the destiny of the hero or heroine to undertake the weight of hardships within a story. But it is the journey to the crisis that determines the essence of the resurrection. Only birth has the power to spite the fangs of death; only birth can crawl from its…

Eli stood as he stared straight up into the night sky. He viewed a great beyond, dotted with subtle freckles of light here and there. Silence was the accompaniment of the occasion, and every now and again it seemed his mind could place patterns in the way the stars hung…

Once I had drafted my first novel (which is currently in the revision stage), I felt rather proud of myself. I had set my mind to a project and actually followed through with it. Though I still never spoke about the accomplishment to anyone other than my friends or by…

As a writer, I found the foundation of my own style only recently. The fantasy genre is much more than merely stories about heroes, elves, and dwarves. As a genre, it includes a specific set of characteristics; as a form of literature, it represents a realization that wells deep from…

THE ALCHEMIST-WRITER AND THE ​LIBRARY OF THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE Not to get on a serious note or anything, but I wrote this little blurb, and I figured that I wanted to share it. It is simply a small observation about writing theory that came to me in a conversation with a friend as we drove down the street to…

Suicide is the ultimate symptom of mental illness. It is called “a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” However, what exactly is this “temporary problem”? I once attended an upstart church here at my hometown in Northwest Georgia where I heard a pastor preach on suicide. He was fiery in…

Boisterous blasts scattered decibels even to the farthest extremities of the small farm district. People had arrived from all sorts of places to see the spectacle that would soon take place. Rehearsals filled the sky with trails of smoke clouds, which appeared at first as slender calligraphy upon the sky…

The Blue Blood and the Ugandan Boy: a poem by William F. Burk Pearl- a gem in a valley, as Churchill once described it. A description on point, as I would testify- despite my sweat. I was a sight. Mzungu: white guy who “runs in circles” riding over chaotic potholes in a landscape with no…