Melancholia
You’re on the bus that is your life. It bumps over the uneven road, chugging and struggling with its old, weak, and unkempt engine to...
The Styles Files
You’re on the bus that is your life. It bumps over the uneven road, chugging and struggling with its old, weak, and unkempt engine to...
Water drips from the musty cave’s roof. Dust kicks up around your boots. And your torch flickers. But there! Amongst those damp...
The bonfire spewed sparks into the night sky. They swirled, dancing amongst ancestor stars like the great cloven hoofed Preal on the...
We live in the present. Neither the past or the future, we’re stuck between the two on a razor’s edge. We must live up to the past...
Back on Earth there’s a creature that’s survived every ecological disaster thrown at it. They come out at night and rub their back...
There once was a wannabe poet who walked to the edge of the world in an attempt to understand. “Hark,” they’d say, pointing to great...
I once knew someone who reminded me of Sisyphus--from that old myth from the Greeks that never seems to go out of date. The person I...
Once upon a strange planet, I dithered without care or permit, Over many canyons, sheer and bright-- While I delved, nearly plummeting,...