He wondered if one ever read his stories, found them by their own seeking where he left them all in open sight and access—if ever one cared to search. It didn’t really matter, was just a curiosity, a wondering he would not drive to known answer but wrote away and aired simply to let […]
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Short Story
AND BEYOND
In open air and sky of wilds, they made love in the broken light beneath autumn understory; her body as aspen’s skin—light and fair and bright in wash of sun through canopy of gold; the cool of the air and heat of their hold in stay of bond between; her face above, like sun, […]
Short Story
BEGIN WITH THE BEAUTY
Beauty is not the end. Beauty is not the aim. Beauty is the means, inspiration, and catalyst to purpose: to create, perpetuate, continue, for another generation more; on and on, into infinity, or at last the chain is broken-when we fail to see the greater purpose and in beauty made as end and aim, the […]
Short Story
BODY OF THE SUN
“…Isil the Sheen the Vanyar of old named the Moon, flower of Telperion in Valinor; and Anar the Fir-golden, fruit of Laurelin, they named the sun. But the Noldor named them also Rána, the Wayward, and Vása, the Heart of Fire, that awakens and consumes; for the Sun was set as a sign for […]
Journal Pages
FALSE-NOOK
I built a desk believing, with it, I would write grand things. I built it with blood (I cut my hand with a wood chisel in the process of its making), sweat (but no tears, I didn’t cry; wrapped and promptly departed to get glued back together); but a funny thing about it: it […]
Short Story
EDGE OF THE WILDS
“There are no safe paths in this part of the world. Remember you are on the Edge of the Wild now, and in for all sorts of fun wherever you go.”—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit On the edge of the wild was where she felt most alive, and in it then, she breathed full […]