I heard the full moon sing last night; songs of ancient paths, songs of distant dreams; and the wild spirit… Read more Moonlight Shadows
Author: Shelley J. Reece
Writer’s Block
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
Letting Lucy Go To Sleep
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
Winter Sun
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
Harvest Moon
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
Memento Mori
Sometimes I think I would not mind, if this was it. Have I not lived a long life already; Have… Read more Memento Mori
The Shadow of Truth
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
A Summer Storm
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
Scarlet Stars
There are two kinds of Knowing. Here is the first: When the marine layer is low, the amber streetlights refract… Read more Scarlet Stars
Ocean Soul
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
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