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 ›


     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 ›