Another Notebook Filled

And so, another notebook’s filled, yet I am not fulfilled. Those binded leaves have more scrapped than used and missed. Whatever it is, I mark the end of these things as remarkable periods. The next may not be better, but will be different. The spine yet to be broken in, the pages tinged with the … Continue reading Another Notebook Filled


The Abandoned Cathedral

I walked into the abandoned annex, greeted by skeletons of the past: wooden frames of benches under the pressure of dusty velvet. A rush of ashes, rash and rushed and rotten. Well...less than it used to in its height. The pulpit, fresher   now, remained hollow. As I walked down the aisle, I did it … Continue reading The Abandoned Cathedral