Creative Writing


it's not a virus, it's a vaccine. nature is fighting us off in order to heal itself. clear waters flow, fish rejoice, birds sing. the scourge is at bay momentarily: the human virus that plagues the earth.

the heraclitus matching candle set

i'm like the moth; vellum wings whispered into existence, forged and firm by the flame, cooled in the grey-black river of night. i'm like the moth... there's midnight underneath my wings and around: streams of charcoal ribbon ends undone. there's midnight on my heart, cooled in the grey-black river. candle wears the flame on her … Continue reading the heraclitus matching candle set