Gravity

I adore the parable of connections between science and philosophy…

Unsigned Love Letters: The Symphony of Your Name…

I came to see you today. That is, I came to return a belonging of yours…

Knots

The 15,768,000 minutes of my existence…

Things

There are things, small and ephemeral, that slowly become a part of you…

Hope

I am fractured by hope and its inarticulate mists…

Wishful Thinking

“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds…”

All That Glitters…

Twin ghosts that looked liked her but were about as real as a half-forgotten day dream started back at her. None of them was truly her, she knew. But which of them defined her? Was she the gossamer-like creature as fragile as a wisp, or the solid, assertive body next to it?