Jack BulmerLockboxA man limits his human experience and denounces the input from unavoidable outside influence. Before you know it reality becomes liquid —…Sep 10, 2016Sep 10, 2016
Jack BulmerEight miniature horror storiesI spoke with my children; everyday they sat down to watch the television, I asked them why they never turned it on. They turned around…Aug 21, 2016Aug 21, 2016
Jack BulmerCasa dos monstrosI like to write late at night when my lucidity is floundering. I like it because words come more easily and with less scrutiny, less…Jul 9, 2016Jul 9, 2016
Jack BulmerI´m a dad (six weeks).I will be a dad, I will be your dad, I will always be your dad now, in some capacity. As it stands you are six weeks old, too small yet to…Jun 5, 2016Jun 5, 2016
Jack BulmerChildhoodIt is a low night and the air is humid, the constant Brazilian Summer drifts on and I can feel another story clawing out from the holes on…May 16, 2016May 16, 2016
Jack BulmerNatureThis past week has been illuminating, from the slow glare of lit street-lamps to the suns refraction below the surface of water, every body…Apr 27, 2016Apr 27, 2016
Jack BulmerGhostsLeaving England wasn´t difficult, I packed a suitcase, which was remarkably easy due to the fact that my possessions consisted of about…Apr 17, 2016Apr 17, 2016