The Wingchair Traveller

No feeling is ever final. "Surrender to grace. The ocean cares for each wave until it reaches the shore." Rumi. Let the emotio...

Epicedium epi-ce-di-um  You are everything this isn't       Praising the dead       Porcelain paths recede and fall beneath       ...

As of now, I am attempting to create myself as a brand, as a writer. I do know that marketing is crucial in this business, so I will attempt...

Windy today, although the sun stands still, burning its intensity through the treetops. His long legs carry him far, quickly. He remains wi...

Windy today, although the sun stands still, burning its intensity through the treetops. His long legs carry him far, quickly. He remains wi...

Carlo 7 am (some italian village undecided) The streets are beginning to rise out of the deathlike coma they go into every night, not ...

Down Dog You are late again. The boss is waiting for you at the door to your office.  The look on your face is that of a dog who has mi...