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Soft edges blur the world, a veil of mist descends upon the landscape, transforming familiar sights into dreamlike apparitions. Colors […]

Stacey, what do you think of Descartes? “Huh?” Descartes, the French philosopher? Her look is a definition of befuddlement. What

Watching your hair turn gray in patches. The friends we hadn’t met yet, the friends we would lose. Playbills and

The snake pit in my backyard had been there for as long as I could remember. As children, we would

doubt (n): a prerequisite for faith. belief is brittle, breaking so easy so easy building bricks around it named denial,

The library has a floor built from tapping feet. Taptaptap and they all live on the next wooden desk covered

Chapter One The Shipwrecked Heart I don’t know which came first, the bone-jarring shiver or the stomach-curdling crunch; I think

We will not see the North in winter. We will not see the snow. This is too gentle asadness to

I saw a painter squeeze paints on a wooden palette creating coloured mountains held in a hand before dipping in