Small magic
Day of the Dead
A throwback to what Halloween was
It’s spooky season
Evil can call itself virtue
Missing the obvious
A fragment of a strange dream
We flow like water
Descent The sky swallows the land as the seas engulf us we become the storm once we are within it no division between nature and humanity as we rage and roar with the tides in a struggle older than the gods between the untamed elements and a contained civilization we escape the confines of expectation … Continue reading Storm
Falling into the end of the world alone of all my kind the plot unspinning as the spool unwinds drifting ever downward on an arcing course a swan dive into the void that stares back into the sky as I trace my sinking flight to waiting waters a turquoise embrace chill enough to fire my … Continue reading Into the End