The Image in Ice
It all began with a desperate need to be free and some coin in a purse…Beware the ice.
Read More The Image in IceTales that are isolated and self-contained.
It all began with a desperate need to be free and some coin in a purse…Beware the ice.
Read More The Image in IceTroublesome doesn’t even begin to explain it…
Read More The PortalI find myself at some bar
in the middle of some tiny island paradise;
my own pair of eyes
watching someone play with a pair of dice;
surrounded some clear,
calm seas,
capped with some clear, calm skies;
sipping on some clear, calming drink;
the first or the sixth — it doesn’t really matter,
I’m not really there. I’m picturing myself daydreaming about being on some grassy field
with some hills before me.
Read More A Few Words of PartingOnce there was a fish who lived in a vast and near-endless ocean…
Read More Panta RheiEver have one of those moments after waking up from an extendedly long sleep to find yourself unable to recall how you got somewhere, just like the very place you were now waking from?
That’s about how I feel right now.
Read More From the End to the BeginningRead More Riddle Me This‘All Earth was but one thought
and that was Death.’— Lord Byron
In the shadow
of this Rocky desert monad
resided an impossibility:
a secluded and exclusive resident.
It was 3 a.m.
and I was having trouble sleeping
once more.
Sit down, take out that stack of paper or open up that notebook, pick up that number two pencil and write.
Just write.
Read More Writer’s BlockThis is necessary. This is necessary. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life…
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