Sing the toadstool fast asleep that hummingbirds may earn their keep...
The Hummingbird’s Keep
Future Memories
It feels like just yesterday, this day that's yet to be...
How I Wish
In a way the way I be helps the world while I'm just me...
Sailors and Monsters
We grow up awake, slowly falling asleep...
Odd Adventures, Pt. II: Ashes, Ashes
Finally after a few minutes, with the pile of ashes at his feet growing to a sizeable hill, his fingers struck the hard, solid wood. He widened the hole so they could see more easily, and he removed one more large chunk. They both gawked at the sight.
Odd Adventures, Pt. I: The Clearing in the Woods
He was going to run over to her and throw his arms around her, but he didn't want to forget where the path was, so he took off his shoes and placed them on either side of the path inside the clearing. That way, he'd know where to place his first foot as he made his way back out, if "out" existed.
I Will Do This Someday
What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
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.
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
December Rose 