There Are No Clean Hands, But It Is Important How They Become Dirty
“Perhaps the better of us don’t have need for wishes — yet between each beat of that wonderful heart thumping in your chest, you can feel it: how long ’til we’re no longer human? It’s already questionable at best. The browning leaves rustle on the fall breeze…”
The latest from the notebook, October 2022. Every post on this site grows around a song — this one around “Eleemercenary,” scribbled between semesters.
Read the post →“There were words I used to hear. In no particular language, bearing no particular form. They weren’t even words, really. In living so often the music is lost — forgetting the lake in harmony with the summer trees.”
Recent writing
deal me three more ↻From the short stories
All short stories →Okami the Grey Wolf
“Okami, the Grey Wolf, lie dying in the snow. His alabaster coat speckled with the sanguine shards of his broken teeth. And even as the bright grew dim, the crimson light did not fade from his sky-blue eyes.”
A Lesson from Elly
“I couldn’t help but grin at the firm crunch of the icy crystals beneath my feet, feeling a private satisfaction in old parental warnings disregarded on this quiet winter night.”
Killing Dragons
“‘Trust it’s not the end, little brother, but a great beginning.’ Aaron smiled as he patted his younger brother on the head, preparing to pack up his room for college.”
The Vices and Virtues of Sera Ryan
“She hustled through the doors of the café in an attempt to escape an afternoon rain storm. Shaking the dampness off of her green velvet jacket, Sera Ryan found a table near the back of the coffee bar.”