The Show Tell Project

For Seymour's Fat Lady

Morning Follows the Night

by meaghanmerrifield


morning mist collides with salty cement

my blisterd feet fumble to where i was

before the night was spent

with blurry black soles

 and bloody ribbons running through my eyes

i walk

and walk

as the sun continues its rise

“Morning Follows the Night” by Meaghan Merrifield

Artwork by Sarah

The Nerd Guru: Are Video Games Art?

by fyarlgiles

There is a debate I loathe, but which I feel I must address as it feels the need to keep rearing its scaly head from the public consciousness; “Are Video Games Art?”


Those who pose this question are missing the forest for the trees, judging videogames for their exploitative elements instead of acknowledging the design and collaboration that goes into the medium. People look at game content and see violence, running jumping, reacting quickly. They see something that is titillating, pornographic and entirely reactionary. But video games of today offer a level of creative agency that cannot be found in games of the past/ other mediums of art. This agency is what turns entertainment into self-expression. The ability to experience, discover, and create your own narrative in a medium that would typically be inaccessible (film/animation) .


Unlike a painting, a novel, or a sculpture, a video game employs  teams of hundreds, working together, to create worlds that are then handed to their fans to be shaped and developed. The curtains raise, the scenes play out, and art is achieved. There are entire labyrinths of imagination laid out for each and every one of us to explore. Great, collaborative artwork the likes of which had never been dreamed before the modern age.


I have slaughtered innocents, rescued princesses, saved the universe, lost a daughter, loved and lost… all through this medium. I did things that I never could have attempted in our own world! Because of that, I have felt, seen, and expressed things that I never would have; and isn’t that what art is all about?

by Mitch Schiwal & Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

I’m All Ears

by meaghanmerrifield


“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.

I am,

I am,

I am.”

Quote from Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar

“I Hear Everything” by Liam Brazier

Designed and Directed

by meaghanmerrifield


Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom

as it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in the border fires

in the humming wires

On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat with a red right hand

You’re one microscopic cog

in his catastrophic plan

Designed and directed by

his red right hand

Lyrics by Nick Cave

Artwork by Romain Zamet

La Lune

by meaghanmerrifield

the sun scoffs at the self-indulgent moon

her rise

so slow


captivating as she bestows

her effervescent glow

“La Lune” by Meaghan Merrifield

Artwork by Deborah Stevenson

Song of the Hag

by fyarlgiles


let this sickness rain down

on the meadows below

til the dirt bubbles hot

and the daisies won’t grow

all the roses and lillies can fester and peel

in fog of the dawn

where nothing is real

“Song of the Hag” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Gannex by Cardboard cities

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A Body in Bloom

by meaghanmerrifield


when water falls up

flesh unfolds

brazenly exposed

newly liberated limbs

satiate virgin skin

“A Body in Bloom” by Meaghan Merrifield

Artwoork: “Anatomy of a Rose” by Nikola Nupra