Category Archives: Essays

In Between

Imagine you are a wave on the ocean, and you’re born of the salt and the wind. As you are born you see nothing but the blue of the sea and an endless journey before you. You are small and insignificant – there are mightier waves all around you. You are young and light, aqua and translucent. You… Read More »

Snowflakes

Imagine you are snowflake and you are born in a high cloud on a bleak and bitter winter day. And for the longest time, you’re borne and travel on the lofty and majestic winds of the sky, always surrounded by other snowflakes, all alike and all different and all traveling together, to the same and different destinations. You… Read More »

The Pharmer in The Dell – Rewind

The Pharmer in The Dell – Rewind *** Please read the important notice at the end of this article; it will explain why so many links have been remove and/or do not work) (This article was originally written in 2005. The reason we’re republishing it will become obvious when you read the end of this article. Little has… Read More »

Thunderstorm

Today is too hot, too humid, too strange, too oppressive. Only the tropical can savor this wet , hot air and be happy. Even the children are languid. The subtle breeze that brought this summer is gone. Misty fields of spring are now overgrown with summer, its lushness of spreading crops, weeds, and strange dusty green things a… Read More »

A Dream of Fire and Fear

The first thing I notice is the smoke, the smell of it. An acrid, cloying stink overwhelms my senses and crawls over and into me like a billion ethereal tendrils. The fear grows inside. It is a grotesque unyielding fear. It saturates me and makes it nearly impossible to open my eyes, my eyelids are heavy with terror.… Read More »

Summer in the City

The thready fingers of heat are already rising from the concrete soul of the city. Another vapid, sullen, summer morning awakens. Dawn brings its dreary, dull, oppressive heat to another struggling newborn day. It is already too hot to move and too muggy to breathe. I look at the tired trees through a dirty, streaked window – they… Read More »