Author | N. Daniel

No Remainders Calculations are careful strokes, curves and edges that create sixes and sevens. Her artistry thinks in invisible answers...

An appreciation post for my good friend Julie, a portrait artist hailing from The Phillipines! If you desire her services give me a shout...

My third video blog entry.

Serene Foothills She traveled west, through verdant plains, through cragged and broken mountain range She sought a doctor's kind exchange...

My second video blog entry.

This is my first ever video blog post.

What could have been. Enjoy!

This is me during a major mental health relapse in 2012. At the time of this video's recording I was suicidal, but I wasn't ready to...

Many of you have contacted me about George Floyd. I interacted with him for two years when I was volunteering at the Salvation Army...

The Kingdom I'm searching through a bin of clothes two pairs of socks with intact toes a gifted blazer, patched elbows some woman's...

Isolation Waking on the floor alone beneath the carpet, hard as stone my even breath in monotone each joint a grinding, bone to bone...

The Feast Awaits My favorite place, not far away, a sublime dining room by day, the safest haven, hideaway a room I often long to stay....

Everyday Her gentle smiles remained hidden behind pursed lips. Too overwhelmed by youthful questioning they still weren't quite ready to...

Her Frozen Garden Every solstice, when the sparrows would seek refuge In the trunk of her old yellowwood tree, And the rabbits returned...

The Blog Tour is in full swing! Check out some of these links to read reviews, guest posts, excerpts from the book, info about the author...

Watch out for the Corners Untouched by Madness: A Personal Journey of Overcoming Mental Illness Blog Tour beginning November 15th and...

Undone Glimmering rays of reclusive moonlight grasped feverishly underneath his soft white linens, passing over the brisk valleys and...

Because you never said goodbye... Because you never said goodbye I never knew the reason why, forgetting in my own concern the absence I...

Geisha A scarlet sun would soon rise, running down curving cobbled streets, escaping through once crowded outlets and elapsing entryways,...

So What Living life at arms length was never what she wanted, but sometimes you can't have a choice. You need to resist reality. A bridge...