Passage from Work-in-Progress

I look in the mirror. See someone reflected. I believe it is me yet have no proof. And worse, I am not certain of who “me” might even be. Having become aware that I do not possess a certainty of self as others do has caused me a…

A New Favorite Word

Do you know what a baby porcupine is called? (Brace yourself.) A porcupette. An attempt at usage: “Henri had been acting prickly all day. His face creased and terse. His manner sharp as a rankled porcupette.” The post A New Favorite Word appeared first on Wonderchews. » Read the original post…

Light

“There are those who are born possessing a lantern inside their soul. Whose capacity for light is receptive to and ignited by Creation itself. And it is Creation that compels such souls to give body to what they feel and see and hear. To manifest Art through which their…

When Worlds Collide

The so-called Spacecraft Cemetery is a remote area in the Pacific Ocean, southeast of New Zealand, thousands of miles from the nearest land. It is where defunct spaceships are sent hurtling to their deaths. » Read the original post on Wonderchews…

From the Project-in-Progress

To you I am bound. Inextricably. No distance or crease of time thwarts our connection. It is a constant. A persistent whisper. Clamour may hush it. But when the silence returns, so do you. To my mind. My heart. How do I describe this thing properly? How can…

A Passage from My Current Project

You. My child. This missive. For your eyes. Only. Hard as it is to accept. They mean to take you away from me. Again. But this time, I think, I can let you go. Though my heart will drain. And my soul dissolve. (Do we still possess hearts?…