The Under World

Underneath the ground, below the grass and the dirt, where the sun's rays no longer reach, where everything feels still, there is another world. This world here is quiet, with nothing but faint voices and the occasional sound of footsteps. It is very dark, there are lights but they are man-made, and relatively dim. Just... Continue Reading →

Fairytale Land, Far Away

When I was little, I was convinced that there were fairies living beside the river near my house. I used to visit them often, and would spend the afternoon gazing into the spaces between the rocks that I was certain formed the doorways of their homes. I liked to observe the moss, hanging low over... Continue Reading →

The Great Dame of Death

She’s not dead. But she’s not alive. She exists somewhere in the realm of the once was. A beautiful hat, tilted over her eye. A dress, swirling with colors—the color of flowers, of the sky, of the ocean, and of a busy marketplace. Of life. She’s sophisticated, she’s out and about. She’s full of life.... Continue Reading →

Something Like Solitude

"Ah! I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill at sunset to see the forms of the mountains in the horizon..." -Henry David Thoreau I found myself sitting in my garage today, thinking. Even though thinking might be a bit too generous, It was more like sitting and staring at boxes of folded... Continue Reading →

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