An Arctic Town That Never Sleeps… From My Dream Journal
In a land of never-ending sunsets and relentless frost, there lies a town near the Arctic Circle, known by the locals by a name unpronounceable in English.
Just For the View… From My Dream Journal
I once had a dream about a teenage girl who embarked upon a perilous journey to the rooftop of an abandoned schoolhouse.
Eulogy for the Misunderstood Author
She was seen by many, but only understood by very few. Sometimes she stated the obvious, but sometimes it was news. She loved the scent of coming spring and also the death of fall. She found a way to make a little sense of all the nonsense around us, and she told us all about […]
Discordant Angel
Thirteen little angels form a circle and hum a solemn hymn. The melody is simple but hypnotic; the words begin to sound like gibberish the longer the hymn drones on, like a chant spoken in tongues. Suddenly, there is a voice that strays from the harmony and begins to sing a half step too high. […]