In the Zone
It’s 3 a.m. in the morn, Nameless is already shouting: “Get out of the way and let me write my story!” It’s been days of dilly-dallying; Avoidance p...
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A Quilted Memory
“Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories.” Flakes fall― a spectacle through the window warm glögi cupped between my hands ember coals in the room giv...
Enfoldment
Winter enfolds my many faces soothes scars left by scorching words darkness a refuge. But come spring― call me by any name and I will let go of dead weight shed...