Conversation With Imogen Heap

You’re showing me all these wonderful things. These sights, these sounds, these touches, these tastes. You’re giving me all these Continue reading →

Scintilla Project 1

Scintilla Project Prompt: Talk about a time when you were driving and you sang in the car, all alone. Why Continue reading →

Plan B

I turn the faucet and reveal purple and red, spreading across my skin like ink across paper, wishing it could Continue reading →

Nice To Know You

Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go. And higher than the heights of what we often think we know. Continue reading →

aberrant, adj.

But we comforted ourselves with what we really meant to say, which was: “I don’t normally feel this good about Continue reading →

Reconsideration

For a long time I saw winter as a time of blank, cold quiet. It was a pause between songs Continue reading →

Bookmark

To be pressed between the pages of structure, sound and sense. To nestle up to warm, worn paper and be Continue reading →

Reassurance from Ray

So … take heart from this. The blizzard doesn’t last forever; it just seems so. -Ray Bradbury