Winter

This is a short fiction piece. Granted, it's a bit long for a blog (roughly 6 single-spaced pages), but it wouldn't make sense to break it up. Not every element of it is stellar, but I was mostly just playing around with a few different devices. It should be of decent quality, and, at the very least, it should be entertaining.

Time

I wish I were Father Time. My spindly hands would weave, The silken strands of our lives, Into moments I’ve never seen, Into instants I can only feel, Into days which mean far more than years, And with my pincers, I would cut the fabric, And fold it until eternity consumed it. I see one … Continue reading Time