Category: Prose & Fiction

Watery-white, the moon casts its glow onto the city, the sycamore maple silhouetted, […]
Slipping subtly through to lift the blackness is want; its brazen light shimmers […]
Whatever happens, happens once.  It’s ephemeral like passing mist. Somewhat like the taste […]
  “That’s not what I meant!” I sigh as I go through the […]
Hope is a strawberry plucked in the barely light of morning and while […]
We call her the Emma Bruegel Project; she’s been in our care ever […]