Footsteps crumbled gravel beneath two sets of heels, one clumsy and heavy, the other gentle and full of grace. You can guess which ones were hers. I am ashamed to say the other were mine. If not for blessed light pollution, it might have been pitch black on the side of that mountain... I guess that's... Continue Reading →
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. III
In an odd place... Somewhere far, far away from home. ... Or is it home, after all? Embittered by all that surrounds me day after day, anywhere seems like home. Mayhaps it's simply a sign that I've been home too long. The monotonous 30-minute drive to and from work Monday through Friday, and the eight... Continue Reading →
Feeble Recreation of the Tempest
It is the sigh of the east wind - a prelude for what is to come. My muscles tense at the thought of the coming tempest, and at the one passed. In the silence, the petrichor continues its echo in the cavernous corridors between the clouds. It harks and bids forth the hearts of men,... Continue Reading →
Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. IV: An Apology
Dear reader, If you have taken the time to read through the various part of "Little Miss Hobbs," then I wish to apologize. The story seems to go nowhere. In fact, it is no story at all. I say time and again how she is only human, and how I wish to not put her... Continue Reading →
Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. III
Now... On the matter of the matter with Little Miss Hobbs, I will tell little. That is not to say there is nothing the matter with her, for there are a great many things that have gone awry with her, especially if you ask her yourself. I do not with for you to think I... Continue Reading →
Why…
I've shown my hand And you took it in yours, folded in your warmth On this cliff I stand Ready for weather or sword Bare and bearing the third cord This happens every time it's more than I can afford sleeves repeatedly ripped and worn Love is mine just know you are... Continue Reading →
Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. II
Whatever Little Miss Hobbs may be, whether angel or human (though I have expressed to you that she is, in fact, human) she always desired the finer things in life. Such cliché manners of describing cliché characters, I know, but as I said, this is not of fictitious origin. Last I met her, we were... Continue Reading →
Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. I
Little Miss Hobbs was a young lady, short of stature, yet mind and heart inexpressibly vast and beyond compare. I daresay this character type is not rare in legends and myths where exaggeration and aggrandizement are strewn about in rife, and often haphazardly. But who said this was legend, myth, fantasy, or any other sort... Continue Reading →
Place of Petrichor, Pt. II
"The raindrops address the page where my heart was meant to lay..." This is a line I've been holding onto for literally a few years. It can be seen in one of my posts, Place of Petrichor, and usually comes up whenever there is rain and I feel inspired, but I can't quite verbalize the quaking... Continue Reading →
December Rose 