When National Youth Week contacted me two weeks ago, I was surprised. It seemed that someone from the local paper (obviously from the ilk of Madonna and Prince and referred to on the phone only as “Jessica”) wanted to write a feature on me.

Michael Jackson, to us, was a fiction and a hero. A god of music we never entirely believed was real. Though his own childhood remained for many years a dark secret, he illuminated our lives with an imagination, grace and talent in abundance.

Review for Trespass Magazine

How to make a ringflash adapter out of household items.

or… “Why I Read and Write The Way I Do”

A synaesthetic connection between a man and his other.

Performed by Samuel Webster on a Yamaha John Myung Signature 6-String Electric Bass