Jan 31, 2022 Prose Asked the fox "Do you belong to yourself?" asked the Fox. "Where intention slips away from where you find your smile."
Nov 24, 2021 Poetry Mother Earth and son I came to have a talk with whom I did not know. Maybe the birds hidden in the palm fretting "Can I fly today?" "No, the wind's too strong." "There's a worm down below." I follow their gaze and meet my companion Earth herself longed to speak today. She's quiet,
Nov 10, 2021 Prose Let me take it from here Frank watched her walk out the door into her red Sonata – dented from the deer she hit last Christmas. For two days, Maila's eyes were swollen, crying over the poor animal. He laughed to himself leaning against the door. How did 17 years go by so fast? About a year
Oct 24, 2021 Prose The purpose of fantasy There is a world of fantasy, we hope to live in full. To be guided by the brave words of an author, Eyes set fresh by a world anew. Inspiration, hope, purpose, character, love. All perfectly aligned. The world makes sense in this domain.
