Poetry & Other Peculiar Things
From Time To Dream
Frosty air and the rust on the leaves, summer slipped away from time to dream, like it always does. Until it doesn't.
From Time To Dream
Frosty air and the rust on the leaves, summer slipped away from time to dream, like it always does. Until it doesn't.
A Story Named John
Let me tell you a story — a story about a particularly peculiar ape named... John. You may also call him — or her — Bill, Larry, Lucy, or even Miss...
A Story Named John
Let me tell you a story — a story about a particularly peculiar ape named... John. You may also call him — or her — Bill, Larry, Lucy, or even Miss...
Brave act
The way through these woods is not for the fainthearted. It belongs to those brave souls who desire nothing more than to know —to know how silence feels beneath their feet,how spirits...
Brave act
The way through these woods is not for the fainthearted. It belongs to those brave souls who desire nothing more than to know —to know how silence feels beneath their feet,how spirits...
Unbroken
Do not seek to conquer me, or you will lose yourself in here. My soils won’t beg for empathy, no. They radiate consequencesfor the careless wandererwho does not pay attention. One slip,and...
Unbroken
Do not seek to conquer me, or you will lose yourself in here. My soils won’t beg for empathy, no. They radiate consequencesfor the careless wandererwho does not pay attention. One slip,and...
City’s neverending noise
This city’s neverending noise — the constant chatter, the pounding that echoes through my bones, cars whooshing left and right. No one stops.No one pauses for a thoughtor notices anything beyondthe little screens...
City’s neverending noise
This city’s neverending noise — the constant chatter, the pounding that echoes through my bones, cars whooshing left and right. No one stops.No one pauses for a thoughtor notices anything beyondthe little screens...
Home
Here I find peace and reconnect with roots older than I can dream. Here, time loosens its grip, and only presence truly means a thing. I step into the stillness,asking for permission to...
Home
Here I find peace and reconnect with roots older than I can dream. Here, time loosens its grip, and only presence truly means a thing. I step into the stillness,asking for permission to...