The wind had left us. The Earth, halted in its celestial arc, sighs, knowing that memory will be trapped in the hollowness of this new absence.It once walked with us, this gentle wind; through sprawling history and as far as time can unwind upon itself, the wind has played parts in both mundane and monolithic. … Continue reading The Absent Wind
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A Note Left on My Fridge III
Hark!Hark, I wailsome-ly call to the heavens and hells of mighty horsemen bounding toward apocilypta! Hark, I call out so loudly that seraph above become unseated from their cloud and scatter halo, serif marks and dainty wings across the landscape below, falling to the vortex of your abandon. Why must this house of fragility be … Continue reading A Note Left on My Fridge III
Sunday Short Stories 