A Realm Adjacent

Hyperfocus Laser light on gold. 2019 I hope you will forgive me this catharsis today. Time is a meaningless thing to me. It is jumb...

The next time you have a moment to yourself, close your eyes. Take a few long slow breaths. Let the world melt away from its tight grip on y...

Far too often we hear the phrase write it down. Write everything down, just sit down and write, no matter how bad, get it outside your head....

I am going to try this one again. A thought I have been chewing on for an age or two. Umbrellas are a plague upon humanity. A small shelte...

Read the story  here . The following is pretty spoiler free, so do what you will with order and enjoyment. The inspiration for this stor...

I was born Fred, son of the seventies and alcoholic parents. We were poor, pretty much living off what mom could catch and whatever dad di...

Writing is always the result of some other endeavor. I pick up my guitar to craft a song and a short story comes out instead. A drawing of a...

Listen to From The Inside by Peter Speers #np on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/peter-speers-1/from-the-inside Among the crowd you a...

In our fight against uniformity we sought for the unique, and ended up just like everyone else. A tattoo from a book was our passionate rebe...

Adom strides across hot sand, a gaunt spectre of the dark Egyptian night. He is the quiet rustling chitin of the scorpion. Every step tow...

Here is an update on the progress of Shadowblinder. Stay tuned for more soon! Intro - crushed under lies Go fucking practice! 3/4 t...

As promised, here is a bit of the inspiration for Shadowblinder, and a little update on the progress. The Shadowblinder is my Ibanez Gio ...

A breeze of disdain Rustles paper feathers Worn like memories Of cash in hand Receipts of thefts An eddy in the river Draws rip-rapp ...

What follows is some early rough ideas for a song. I'd like to share these fragments today as a window into my process, a tease of a cur...

Pavlov's Dog is a piece I wrote for my high school writing class. The challenge was to take the line, 'A man shot his neighbour...

Pavlov's Dog By Peter Speers, 1995          A dog was barking.     Young Boris walked down the stairs from his room to see about a...