The Land of Strange Gods

Bloodgold maples turning white. A sense of loss and sadness that will not go away. I would walk a thousand miles just to see you.

I know I will wake up to the dark of a winter day tomorrow with the same thought as this morning. And I know that I will stare at the blac...

Oh god, this hurts. 

"To write is human, to edit is divine." - Stephen King The fireplace in the bedroom breathes and crackles. I have just finished ...

"I am afraid that I am lost if I put out the candle tonight, but is it in the fist that opens that has the key to what's inside? ...

It is Tuesday January 21st. Naked trees sway in the wind turning north. I am lost in my thoughts at the office desk, absorbing the silence o...

And it was on January 16th around 12:50 PM, something happened. Something stilled, something quieted down. A question was answered somewhere...