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.

A Second’s Inspiration

Flipping each sheet one by one, he noticed a sparkle from the page he had been working on, which now appeared to be gilded on the edge as well. His eyes widened as he revealed the page, which appeared to be covered in oil-slick except for an outline where his hand and pen had been, which was now a silhouette of plain, off-white paper with a dot of smudged black where the ink had dripped. It bled into the slick and swirled into a mesmerizing, spiraling pattern. He dabbed the page with the paper towel he had been using to clean off his pen to see if the page was wet, but even after smearing and rubbing for a few seconds, the page seemed to be dry as a piece of plain paper could be.

Time Beleaguered

Dusk threatens with tendrils of gold To put me to sleep in the loveliest fold "Just up the stream" by a nymph, I'm told Is where I can run and never grow old But the decaying smell of moss and mold Lies just behind and bites like bitter cold Now I've gone too far, this life I've... Continue Reading →

Sweet Whiskey

I almost simply used my post from yesterday: On the Backs of Vagabonds but thought that was taking the easy road, so I'll try something new today... Together, we laugh long into the night Between clouds of smoke and half-empty glasses Dreaming of things that could and might Taking a clock and feeding it molasses Tic... Continue Reading →

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Lena Kvigne // Missionary

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Stories and philosophy, borne out of my own experiences of life on three continents.

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