• Something to Say, Something to Find

    “Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go” –Jamie Anderson It has… Read more

  • Haiku

    What a strange thing it is to mourn an ending that never once began. Read more

  • Ouroboros

    Time is a circle, the snake eats its tail. We come and go in cycles, souls bound to a wheel that not many seem to see. The same patterns repeat over and over in micro and macro. I find myself caught both in the wheel and outside of it, desperate to get off. To stop… Read more

  • Rebirth

    “If eternal existence is altered, then it must become more beautiful; and if it disappears, it must return with more sublime image; and if it sleeps, it must dream of a better awakening, for it is ever greater upon its rebirth.” –Khalil Gibran Life has been busy, a pell-mell dash through seasons as summer is… Read more

  • Through the Eye

    “He who has not been bitten by the serpents of light and snapped at by the wolves of darkness, will always be deceived by the days and the nights.” –Khalil Gibran, The Broken Wings Wild dreams, dark dreams, bright dreams. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? There’s so much to say, so much to write… Read more

  • Recursive

    We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them. –Khalil Gibran It seems I’ve been in a bit of a writing rut again. Many, many dreams have come to me over the last few months, and yet I cannot find the words to do them justice or give them waking life. I suppose… Read more