I heard the full moon sing last night; songs of ancient paths, songs of distant dreams; and the wild spirit… Read more Moonlight Shadows

I heard the full moon sing last night; songs of ancient paths, songs of distant dreams; and the wild spirit… Read more Moonlight Shadows
I want to write something beautiful. Something that speaks to yearning; something that speaks to the yawning cavern, aching to… Read more Writer’s Block
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold… Read more Letting Lucy Go To Sleep
Originally published on Anima Monday It’s always the strangest sensation. I look up from the 15-inch screen that has consumed… Read more Winter Sun
Come and lay with me, here in the amber leaves. Don’t tell me anything. No whispers; no promises you want… Read more Harvest Moon
Sometimes I think I would not mind, if this was it. Have I not lived a long life already; Have… Read more Memento Mori
When did my truth become my shadow? When it became a shroud I laid on others like a blanket –… Read more The Shadow of Truth
The skies opened in the early evening. I was folding my laundry, neatly; domestically. You should never put a window… Read more A Summer Storm
There are two kinds of Knowing. Here is the first: When the marine layer is low, the amber streetlights refract… Read more Scarlet Stars
It was a half-moon last night, waxing. A friend and I went to the beach, to watch the white-tipped waves… Read more Ocean Soul