by etre  Author’s Note This book may seem like it’s all about rules, based on the title. But it’s actually a book about breaking the rules; the rules of the entrenched art establishment. I broke the rules of the art establishment and made up my own so that I could sell enough of my art to… Click to read.

How to Sell Your Art Without Selling Out

  Author’s Note This book may seem like it’s all about rules, based on the title. But it’s actually a book about breaking the rules; the rules of the entrenched art establishment. I broke the rules of the art establishment and made up my own so that I could sell enough of my art to…

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by etreClick to this link to download Harvest From years of collecting stories, poems, essays, pieces of art and photography, we have chosen the ones that we think will have a far reaching impact on the soul of our readers. Additionally we’ve added never before seen pieces exclusively available in the book. The whole book is… Click to read.

Harvest (Free e-book)

Click to this link to download Harvest From years of collecting stories, poems, essays, pieces of art and photography, we have chosen the ones that we think will have a far reaching impact on the soul of our readers. Additionally we’ve added never before seen pieces exclusively available in the book. The whole book is…

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by etre  To start, let’s make a radical but cliche assumption: much too often, we’re made to discard our spiritual needs because of economic and social pressure. It’s a problem that has been observed and reported on throughout history and as such it can be said to be apart of the human condition. If so, it… Click to read.

Common Ground

  To start, let’s make a radical but cliche assumption: much too often, we’re made to discard our spiritual needs because of economic and social pressure. It’s a problem that has been observed and reported on throughout history and as such it can be said to be apart of the human condition. If so, it…

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by Rosko TzolovI went out. It was raining. I met a hobo, walking in the pouring rain, pushing a shopping cart. Dressed in a muddy grey coat, unshaven, his hair long and wet. He appeared in the distance enveloped by a mist of tiny droplets, approaching fast, walking with long strides toward me. His dog, a no-breed,… Click to read.

The Lottery Ticket

I went out. It was raining. I met a hobo, walking in the pouring rain, pushing a shopping cart. Dressed in a muddy grey coat, unshaven, his hair long and wet. He appeared in the distance enveloped by a mist of tiny droplets, approaching fast, walking with long strides toward me. His dog, a no-breed,…

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by J.M. Williams  “What is that you’re eating, Sarge?” Iric asked. “It’s something from a village south of the mountains,” Vott said between spoonfuls. “Something to take your mind off the hot weather, they say.” Iric’s nose stung with each shallow breath; the pungent smell was almost incapacitating. “That’s got quite an odor to it, don’t it?” Iric… Click to read.

Memories of the South

  “What is that you’re eating, Sarge?” Iric asked. “It’s something from a village south of the mountains,” Vott said between spoonfuls. “Something to take your mind off the hot weather, they say.” Iric’s nose stung with each shallow breath; the pungent smell was almost incapacitating. “That’s got quite an odor to it, don’t it?” Iric…

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