I'm left chasing echoes in small, empty rooms...
Chasing Echoes
The Hummingbird’s Keep
Sing the toadstool fast asleep that hummingbirds may earn their keep...
Edge of Feign
When was the last time that you picked a leaf, studied its edges, traced its veins...
A Waiting in the Seaside Mist
The river is faithful...
Without
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
Okay, Fine. I’m Writing a Book. Send Help.
I want to have the book fully written (not edited, just written) by the end of November, at the very latest. The title of the book is 2203.
A Most Inopportune Time
My muse often visits me at most inconvenient times With two crows making love on a lamppost When one flies into the city to tell Johnny Something of an urgent manner "Finish up your delivery, and we shall move on with our lives" Warm pizza left in front of an apartment Running from the knocks on the... Continue Reading →
My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Fair warning: I did not plan this post, nor did I proofread it. Proceed at your own risk.
The Art of Being
All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
