Just a Bit of Me
Young of heart. Old soul. Torn inside. Out of control. Embracing life. Turning away. At peace alone. Wanting to play. This is me. Just my thing. Simplicity content. Complexity wondering. Continue Reading →
ONTYRE PASSAGES: Fantasy is reality and lives find purpose.
Young of heart. Old soul. Torn inside. Out of control. Embracing life. Turning away. At peace alone. Wanting to play. This is me. Just my thing. Simplicity content. Complexity wondering. Continue Reading →
Once upon the tail of a fading thought I caught a dream. It would’ve slipped through my hands, I later thought, if not for grasping what reality couldn’t understand: The Continue Reading →
It’s map time! In case you haven’t guessed maps are one of my favorite topics. I dearly love writing—there’s no finer main course—but I love my map making dessert, too, Continue Reading →
That was close. They almost came, almost took the family away, almost banished us to that dreadful place. Instead, they took those neighbors. You know, the “others” we hardly knew. Continue Reading →
What’s inside that’s so quick to dehumanize, that tries to make fellow human beings undeserving others? That wrong job they do. Loving the wrong who. The wrong hue of the Continue Reading →
It’s hard to believe you can fail to address a decision for so long the task becomes disproportionate to its importance. One world building question of mine went unanswered for Continue Reading →
Paths of opportunity obscured in a fog of worry. Unable to distinguish choices from the time spent in the clutter of the mind. Walking in circles. Raging at the haze. Continue Reading →
Ashes settling upon the snow, a veil of denial, saying they didn’t know. Days and nights, looking no different than any other might. People looked away, people turned away, except Continue Reading →
I stared at the screen. No, I mean I really stared at the screen. As in deep searching. I delved into the white space nothingness looking for images. Finding inspiration Continue Reading →
Alone. Clock ticking. Cat purring. Not knowing where it comes from, but it comes, and always there’s more. Conjured. Nonexistent setting. Something from nothing. Don’t try to stop inspiration or Continue Reading →