Nearly four years ago now I was fortunate enough to snap a photo with one of my heroes; none other than the brilliant Tim Burton. Was an honour to meet him at the ACMI in Melbourne, however brief it was! (I am aware that it is Friday and therefore not a ‘Throwback Thursday’ moment; butContinue reading “Childhood Heroes”
Author Archives: P. S. Clinen
A Poem – Disintegrate In The Dusk
As the sun disappeared on a graveyard of frost, I sat in the dry and straw-like grass, My mind occupied by loved ones lost, Etched on tombstones of those long passed. Voices of ghosts howled on a black gale And my heart on a sudden became crestfallen. For in trying to find my next lyric,Continue reading “A Poem – Disintegrate In The Dusk”
The Scarecrow – Sinders
“Laudable reality – I am very real…“
Mandrake
If you ever find yourself, for whatever reason you conjure, lost in the pines of the northern taiga – heed this warning. Of the countless tales one hears of hauntings and other supernatural mishaps, this ones remains the most eldritch in my mind. A creature more horrifying than words lurks above its chilled canopies. Mandrake;Continue reading “Mandrake”
The Usher
Through all, he must wait.
P.S.Clinen 