Serpentine Squiggles

Of Serpents and Constricting Compositions 

A serpent rises, whiter than the root
Of some venefic bloom in darkness grown,
And gazes up with green‍-​lit eyes that seem
Like drops of cold, congealing poison.

—‍ Clark Ashton Smith, “The Hashish‍-​Eater, or the Apocalypse of Evil”

A den for compositions of words, sound and pixels. We’ve written stories and essays, drawn artwork, composed several albums, and even started work on some game demos. This site hosts them all.

Notable among them:

This site is built using a hand‍-​crafted static site generator, with markdown source files compiled to HTML using many custom scripts.

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Singing songs of serpent silence
While snakes devour time and tail
As act of great defiance

—‍ Schammasch, “Serpent Silence”