The Cost

The Cost

Prosperity woke early, before the Sun had opened his eyes and before the stars and Moon took their rest. He did this often. Urgency pressed beneath his ribs like a second heart, beating not for life but for motion, reminding him that stillness was waste and delay a...
A Choosing

A Choosing

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,...
Hiraeth

Hiraeth

My blood knows where it belongs, as if it were a thread drawn from an older loom and left, for a long while, to wander—still tethered, still remembering the hand that first measured it. It knows ancestral land. It knows the weight of it. And when that knowing stirs,...
Prejudice

Prejudice

I walked the West Fork trail as autumn stood in its fullness. The forest was layered with color—gold pressed against yellow, red resting beside brown—each holding its place in quiet contrast to the winter that waited beyond them. Soon the leaves would loosen their...
Pet Reflection

Pet Reflection

I stepped from the shelter of the inside into the firm hold of the cold. The wind itself was gentle, almost courteous, yet its bite took hold wherever flesh lay bare. I had covered myself carefully, leaving little exposed, but the longer I lingered the more deeply the...