About

I write with the emotions of the ocean, its tumbling waves and crystal reflections. I write with a quill, never a spoon—show, never tell. In my words find my soul, for if not soul, my words are nothing else.

In the pages of this tome, stories and poems will form. Tales of fantasy and the future, poems of heart and hell. Darkness, light, and twilight in-between.

Those who scratch their mark below will receive my writings by owl, alive or dead, or by some other familiar of your choosing. So scratch your mark if Old Nick’s words frighten or inspire. And thank you for your patronage.

Old Nick