In the second episode of The Wandering Writer, I blend imagination and reality while exploring the delightful city of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Camille and I visited the Mitchell Park Domes, the Bayview rocks, and some stunning beaches. Enjoy this unique set of documented moments, and an excerpt from my poem The Raven.
Combining my passions for film, photography, editing, poetry/story writing, voiceover, travel, and daydreaming into one series! This video is the culmination of many days spent brainstorming new ways to document moments in a beautiful and imaginative way that would fulfill me as an artist while also bringing something new and meaningful to my audience.
We don’t know how, in this merciless void
Through all that’s been created and destroyed
The needed ingredients and conditions insist
On existing, allowing human life to persist
If Earth moved too far forward or backward
We’d be frozen over or scorched by the sun
It’s a miracle we were given just the right factors
To build all we’ve built and do all that’s been done
Several seasons ago, in a suburb in the states
There lived a gentleman named Trent Coulter Gates
From the outside of his home, he appeared quite well
But he was enduring a most miserable spell
Just a few weeks before, he had lost his dear wife
Charlotte Gates was his best friend and partner in life
Trent spent his days alone, unsure how to grieve
Until he decided it would be best to leave
I am as old as I’ve ever been
But I’ll never be this young again
My teenage years will reach an end
As infamous adulthood begins
But I refuse to conform to the
World’s demands to be ordinary
Ever since I swam in the Nordic Sea
I’ve understood there’s more to see
Many ages ago, in a distant land without snow
A humid seaside nation where traders would go
Seeking pearls for their wives, mothers, and daughters
Or weapons and tools for their trips on the water
There reigned a powerful bronze-skinned King
Draped in gold-plated robes and royal rings
He ruled over his citizens with true compassion
Yet his conquering style was quite old-fashioned
I’ve driven and trekked across the nation
In several cities, I’ve set up station
I’m so impressed by Mother Earth’s creations
and humankind’s boundless imagination
I’ve wandered the Windy City at night
and in New York skies, I’ve seen the sunlight
To swim beneath cliffs, I had to fight
You said this world was wide, and you were right
What do we leave behind?
A question not often asked in this modern daily grind
Is now the best time to be a creator, or the worst?
It feels like a race to reach a massive fanbase first
We move with urgency to obtain this human currency
Somehow we all converge in our attempts at divergency
In this digital landscape, we all bleed together
Making throw-away content that will live forever
Every word I’ve spoken
Has been an attempt
To let you know I’m broken
I am not exempt
From the tumultuous highs
And lows of our being
Much more always lies
Beneath what you’re seeing
Love is a choice, not just a feeling, Hollywood told us a lie
That once we meet the perfect person, we’re guaranteed joy for life
But even if I met somebody who was, in all the right ways, like me
Contentment has to be far more than just similarities
Contentment has to be more than just a few things in common
Of course there should be alignment, and yes, joy should come often
But I don’t know two people on Earth who constantly see eye to eye
So I get a strange feeling that all perfect couples are draped in disguise
I have existed for nineteen years
I’ll be twenty soon
I checked, and the average human
lives to seventy-two
Assuming that age for me is true,
I have already done a fourth
of everything I will ever do
Someone once said a poet
always has thoughts of death encroaching
And whether or not we know it
that raven is always approaching
This short story, featuring a young boy named Carlos and an ancient skeleton named Zokulus, was written last October during my stay in Milwaukee. It takes inspiration from my surroundings at the time, and my Halloween spirit (which truthfully lasts year-round.) May you be transported to another world as you give it a listen!
After climbing the perilous green crystal mountain, a weary traveler discovers a greatly sought-after elixir, which will supposedly grant him an epic mythic power… But drinking the magic fluid does not have the intended effect. Enjoy this immersive reading of a short fable.
A janitor visits an office building after-hours to do his usual rounds of cleaning… but of course, something is off. This horror story is short and to the point, and there’s a mystery left for your imagination to solve after listening. Enjoy the production and let me know your thoughts!
Do you believe it’s necessary and/or healthy for the average American to have a 4k camera in their pocket at all times? Does it alter our psyche to constantly be thinking about documenting life in pristine quality for the sake of sharing with others? This is a powerful (and in many ways, awesome) change to our technological culture. But will it have unintended effects?
Can you decipher the hidden meaning of this short story? Hint… the two kingdoms are not literal kingdoms. Let me know your theories, and enjoy this immersive short story reading!
We will never see ourselves outside of reflections and photographs. We are forever confined to the perspective of our own two eyes, and therefore we cannot see ourselves from the side, from behind, from afar, or from any angle besides THIS one. It’s fascinating that the ONLY thing in the world a person cannot see is themselves. Perhaps this is by design.
Based on true events that happened to my grandfather, INCORPORATED tells the story of a small-town man who investigates a repeated anomaly in the local paper. I hope you enjoy this fully immersive short story! Please feel free to share your thoughts and feedback on this new video style. Many more to come!
01.21.22 – 12:43 pm
Five months ago, I sat atop a building in downtown Chicago, gleefully writing a journal entry. I had spent the day exploring a delightful city, one I planned to live in for four weeks. I had no idea what the future held, nor if I would return to Chicago after those four weeks ended. But the rush of freedom, novelty, and excitement was hard to contain. The world was at my fingertips.
In my first-ever immersive short story, I tell the disturbing tale of Charley Hess and his unfortunate discovery at the base of a mountain. This new video style utilizes a dual-camera setup, subtle background music & ambience, and realistic sound effects to create a storytelling experience unlike any other. Prepare to suspend disbelief and be taken into a dark and horrific world…