Category: Creative

Would that it were that easy to retain for a moment in the mind the sensation of a whisper percolations and perambulations roll around inside the divining and w...

A caveat: Being deliberate is not the same as being meaningful. I sketched the figure of your face in the sand to remind me of something I’ve since forgot...

my soul was rent asunder by a jigsaw of ice and fire that tore my flesh i was left jagged and alone drowning in the gore of indolence i gathered myself into a b...

she’d seen the unspoken wall every day, and every day she’d wondered how to take it down a wall between him and her a ghostly veil that shimmered at...

The day JD Salinger died, I was standing near St Mark’s Square watching the pigeons attack a tourist who’d been too reckless with a handful of seeds...

I drew you a picture in colored sand and let the wind blow it away. I hope it landed at your feet and that you could still make out the traces of what was meant...