If you are stout of heart and have gazed upon the Ambrosial Spark, you know the feeling all too well... The warmth that is emitted from your very epicenter. You think in the ways you had not formerly comprehended because you no longer think solely with your mind. For the spark does not lay dormant... Continue Reading →
The Ambrosial Spark, pt. I
She held it in her eye. That is not to say it was in any way figurative, for eyes have ethereal tendrils that are capable of grasping... Attention, mind, emotion, consciousness, ethos, what have you. You and I know this to be true. Too many nights do I lay awake in bed, captivated by a... Continue Reading →
December Rose 