Story

Muse.

To speak of The Muse is to speak of The Ethereal, The Inspired. The walls shook with the sound of cascading thunder, the windows vibrating in their frames. In a burst of light, the panes became liquid beneath my finger… Read More ›

STONE

     I lay awake trying to remember a time when I did not feel as though there was something out there, beyond the mist, beyond the edge, beyond the things I said, something…more. Something in every moment I held back… Read More ›