Arts Room
A space for anything artful painting, poetry, design, stories about artists, or how-to guides for making cool things. If it was made with intention or says something without shouting, it lives here.
Recent Stories
View allWolverine: Rust and Ruin
The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, rain dripping off his jacket, pooling around his bo...

WINDIGOkid
October 02, 2025

Whiskey Suns and Asphalt Dreams
I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, and the air tasted like burned coins and motel chlor...

WINDIGOkid
September 24, 2025
Ashes of the Fleet
The fleet had broken in the sky. Fire still rained in streaks, burning trails across the night like the heavens themselves were bleeding. Of the t...

WINDIGOkid
August 25, 2025
Shards of Faith
The Metropolis skyline burned orange in the late afternoon. Traffic hummed, the air thick with exhaust, when the sirens split the streets open. Su...

WINDIGOkid
August 25, 2025
Recent Deep Dives
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Strange & Necessary
Strange & Necessary is a deep dive into the gothic literature, film and folklore. It’s for the too-beautiful, the too-strange, the too-questioning creatures that unsettle the world simply by existing. Here I unravel history, film, and folklore while weaving in the threads of my own book. This is a candlelit diary of orphans, sin-eaters, poisons, crows, and heroines who reveal society’s hypocrisy and remind us that difference is not only strange, but necessary.
The Things They Sold Us
Before I knew what I believed, I was still on AOL discovering music, burning mix CDs and sometimes cassette tapes, watching movies that made the world feel bigger, and talking late into the night with friends who seemed to know more than me. One of those friends told me about The Boy Who Cried Iraq. I tracked it down, printed it out, and folded it into my backpack like it was something precious. I read that paper over and over. I read it at lunch, between classes, whenever the teacher paused long enough. It felt raw, unfiltered, and maybe even a little dangerous. But it said things I hadn’t heard anywhere else. Around the same time, I found Rock Against Bush and realized that music could challenge power just as sharply. Then came The Fog of War, and suddenly documentaries weren’t just something you watched in school they were something you felt. This collection pulls together the essays, songs, and films that cracked something open in me. Some are angry. Some are careful. Some you can’t even find anymore. But they all helped me realize I didn’t have to accept the version of the world I was being handed. So why am I sharing it now? I don’t know... maybe because it feels relevant again. Maybe because it matters. And this is our space now. So I wanted to share.