Dim Light

The hazy glow of pink on the horizon, the dim light streaks through the evening-tinted windows. The cold, white snow reflects the gaze of the rising, old, moon. Warmth, from the fire, cannot touch my pallid skin. I will wait. Eternity is not long at all.  

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Snow (V)

Author’s note: I know, I write a lot about snow! I don’t know what it is about seeing the snowflakes blow in the winter air that just makes me get all poetic. It just seems so natural, something that nature has done forever, and I’m kind of in awe of it. Same re: rain! Snow […]

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End of the old year

Or is it auld year? As 2018 draws to a close, I’ve found myself with some extra time, the one thing that I could not find enough of just a month ago. I want to find the time to write more, but first some means of employment must make itself known. (I know this is […]

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