Even when I swore off the allure of all things sweet and nice I can’t help but look: such delicacy, such art. I always feel so tall when I bring down my fork, like a selfish crook. The treat was mine and mine alone, for however brief the moment was. Yet at that moment … Continue reading Delectable
There once was a bridge over the meeting of a stream and sea, a teetering plank of wood so lean that the mellowest bellow of wind would shake it so. No one from the nearest village knew which fool thought it a good idea to tempt children like that. “If I was young, and these … Continue reading Colony of Seagulls
The word had never fit more snuggly against anything. A world of grey and cold and wet concrete. Cookie cutters against icy winds amidst constantly braking cars, slipping into sunsets. My mood would’ve been so, too, had there not been such blessed voices warming me, warning me against my falsified loneliness, the dread that … Continue reading Dreary
“I have always been envious of one aspect of Thanatos’ job, and that is his clearance level enabling him to essentially teleport wherever there is a shadow: a skill oddly specific but too convenient and exhilarating for me to question whenever I actually have the chance to tag along with him” “So, we arrived at … Continue reading 3.4: Camp Levi
“So then I was briefed on what I was to do. ‘Go find him,’ My boss said flatly. ‘See if you could work with his memory and figure out his intentions.’ While he spoke, I would have hardly noticed the shadow that swooped up to join us had the owl originally in the Supreme Lord’s … Continue reading 3.3: Ari’s Mission
Can you see the woodpecker? Its spotty brain hammering against oaks, sick or not. Can you hear the woodpecker? Its red cap a bright flag of craftsmanship, not sold or bought. I’m sorry, did I mix my sense? My head spun fixated on the rows of holes, All of which drilled with dumb precision: … Continue reading Can you spot the woodpecker?
My favorite part of the oceans lies in both the title of this post and crux of the waves and land. The rocky composite of live barnacles mounted on dead ones -- and I could delve into some metaphors about traditions and parent-child love but I won’t -- limestone sharpened by erosion, little puddles refreshed … Continue reading Tide Pool