Now, as it happened, once upon a time… That is to say, I don’t have the time to take to tell you everything. You should know, anyways. 1,963 more words
2 years, 11 months ago
I don’t normally post reflective entries to my blog, but this week has been a little different for me. So instead of launching straight into fiction, I wanted to share a little bit of background on these short pieces. 1,088 more words
Why do they call it the dead of night?
Do the dreams of dreamers not stir the soul?
Or waking will the dreamers cease?
Existence flees, if so. 54 more words
3 years ago
“It was too exposed.”
“Like Hell it was! It was perfect.”
“You said that already. Come on. Let’s celebrate. Dai pivo, pozhalsta!” 1,157 more words
i watch the weary eyes of men
from whom so many tears have flown,
through whom so many beauties seen
and tragedies endured
while still a gleam… 16 more words
3 years, 1 month ago
The clouds all strung
In crimson thread
And gold leaf dappled grey
A faithless man
On streets unknown
Watched shadows cast out day.
His head he bowed, 89 more words
3 years, 2 months ago
Before me a ribbon of violent light: the only reminder that beyond the storming skies the world still knows day.
3 years, 4 months ago