I never believed in fairies or goblins or leprechauns. I was born to a practical family. But reading fairy tales and magical stories was all I wanted to do. I had a willing suspension of disbelief, and could believe the stories without expecting such creatures…

I wonder why Must you be so wrapped up, In chasing love, like there’s some big rush? Is it just the watching of other couples, Engrossed in each other, Or the crying of an empty heart To share its laughter and woes? Those come hard,…

OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…