We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. XI: The Middle
Back in the Storm
Silhouetted mountaintops//Caging the unheard screams//Clouds forming textured backdrops//Punctuating noir scenes
Peaces in Tow
Ever anon it goes the ineffectual prose of things you'll never know just living a life in tow
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
The Moment of Dawn
The sunrise is an ever-evolving thing. Who is to say where and when she truly begins and ends?
Whimsy-Roamer
Slog in the Weighs of Barrie
Pick Your Poison
And now it's getting hard to breathe. Pick your poison - heart or treason.
Ever Weigh Anchor
And ever faithful he shall be for sea brought him more joy than she. Better a man live a life of leave with enlivened heart 'neath tattered sleeve.
The Architecture of My Kingdom
Awaiting the curious to discover the architecture of my kingdom
December Rose 