Fixing Broken

On the river.

Is it possible to fix what’s broken? Such are thoughts that go through my head when I walk. People consider the question, shrug, and say, “Sure.” For one, there’s always Continue Reading →

When I Was Dead

The tale that is this mended heart. When I was dead… …Time was meaningless, a vague memory important in childhood, but in adulthood passing me by. The past was a Continue Reading →


I climbed the tower stairs, one hesitant step after another, the passage as cold as the first time. The deepest dark lingered behind me. The dank, surrounding stone released a Continue Reading →