When Balmy Air and Aureate Light Ushered in Aphrodite.
Just as I had felt Aphrodite come with warmth, I felt Artemis enter with the cold. The fog was coming in, breaking the spell.
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Sung Home: Chapter Eighteen. {fiction}
I felt like Alice walking through the looking glass, or more likely, down a really big rabbit hole. Or into a hobbit home.
The Future Is the Past. {poetry}
I wish to return and close my eyes
This future here I do despise...
We are the aliens to our universe
I wish the day we could reverse...
Will You Still Look Away from Abuse?
He says he’s sorry. We look away. He’s a father. We look away. He’s active at church. We look away. What are we looking away from and why are we doing it?