Morel
The quiet meadow is his, cool and damp and cushioned, with trees to sleep against and moss along the rocks. Peculiar power has he over...
Unfortunately, I'm not routinely blogging. I've stopped writing poetry and short stories regularly as well, but there are about two years' worth of content here if you're new to my work!
Morel
Wordless Stories
To One Who Would Write
Hestle
tent of meeting
Time Heals Unlike Us — Luke Wahl
Epilos Illustrated
Announcement
Behind the Door
Your Blood
Dreams
You
Pelagic
Look
This Moment's Goodbye
Ghost
Spinning
The Ivory Queen
Home
Hope for a Zealot