“I might still meddle but I may just master, I-might-still-meddle-but-I-may-just-master, I-might-still-meddle-but-I-may-just-m-AHHH!
“The Meddler got muddled so The Master meant to mend my mind, but it seems my mind’s been left behind…”
Myths and Mysteries from the Mind of The Meddler:
Killing in the Name
Detective Cassidy found Alan Walters dead, with a hole in his head. Two weeks later, he meets the mirror image of the victim, alive and well. His name? Alan Walters…
Artur is sure he can see clearer than anyone else, but he hasn’t the words to express his wisdom in a way that others can accept. Clarity is galling when everyone lives in a cloud. A light in total darkness is a shadow. The Noumenonicon contains the words he cannot express, but is Artur too blind to read it?
When you turn out the light,
And there’s nothing in sight,
An immersive, narrative horror poem.