Little City Steeped in Silence

For anyone who’s wanted the world to themselves I think everyone should get to have an afternoon where everyone else vanishes and they have the world to themselves.  Because right now, I’m craving an October afternoon where the campus is dead silent, and purple-grey clouds break for haloed sunlight and outline the trees’ bare branches, … Continue reading Little City Steeped in Silence

The Exhaust of Dreams

Dreams are tricky things.  Things we can safely say no one really understands.  Once our eyes shoot open, all is lost.  We’re not left with much, other than sand in the corners of our eyes, and a few images projecting themselves in our mind’s eye one last time, with the flickering quality of a hand-crank … Continue reading The Exhaust of Dreams