by Steve S | Mar 1, 2026 | Inner Life
Inside each man abides a ghost— and one I fear above the rest. It fashions plans and quiet schemes, casting its will in borrowed dreams. It bends toward pleasure, leans to desire, sets its heart on wealth and rising fire. It cloaks its hunger, soft and close, names...
by Steve S | Feb 12, 2026 | Inner Life
The seasons of cold draw now toward their leaving, and with them comes a quiet ache—for something not lost, yet never begun. It lingers, this sense, and I find myself dwelling there more often than I care to admit, as one might remain standing in a doorway long after...
by Steve S | Feb 6, 2026 | Inner Life
High above the clouds went the winds, unseen, crossing and turning, shouldering past one another, tugging and slipping away, never long at rest, yet never straying from the paths set for them. They worried at the high places, pressed against the cloudbanks, slipped...
by Steve S | Jan 25, 2026 | Inner Life
There is a wee bit of magic found in some. It moves quietly, settling into them early, helping them shape certain groupings of words that reach into the deepest regions of the mind and carry us toward places not yet known. It is a gift—most genuine—and though...
by Steve S | Jan 20, 2026 | Inner Life
Morning finds me at the table before the house has fully woken. The hour is thin, the light undecided. I sit without movement, a decision pressing somewhere beyond language, and before me a cup sends up its quiet steam. At first, its surface holds the likeness of a...
by Steve S | Jan 17, 2026 | Inner Life
A journey that belongs to a lifetime is not taken in a day. Even the plans set for a single morning often begin to move before their purpose has had time to speak, intention pressing forward with its own impatience. What lies near may be seen with some clarity,...
