October has returned once again, this month of falling leaves and pumpkin everything. The weather has begun to change, and the slight drop in temperature brings with it that inevitable sen...

The tile floor is surprisingly cold against my feet as I walk across the kitchen. I grab a chair as I pass by the table and drag it toward the window. That’s probably not very good f...

        I’ve been sitting outside on the front step for about an hour now, book in hand and a bowl of cherries by my side. The storm’s been building fo...

I wrote this to accompany the beautiful and sad painting done by Monika Dekowska.

 

        The woman sits alone, the darkness outside the w...

I listened to tonguecutsparrow's liberty & church on a loop while writing this, so that's kind of the mood of this piece. This still doesn't feel done, but I think that's ok. This is for those whos...

They told her not to go into the woods. They told her it wasn’t safe. "The Wolf lives in the woods," they said. But their protests only encouraged her. She wanted the danger the Wolf...

There are a lot of sad dreams in this world, too many, perhaps. Dalkulla doesn’t mind, though; she collects them, those sad dreams. She wanders through this world, her long striped n...

The world is gone now. The world is gone and all that’s left is the black and the white and the endlessly twisting, ever-shifting grey.