Bellis Perennis I think I miss you. I’m not sure what of you there is to miss. Press me between the pages of your favorite book. Weave me...

The old, slouching house was an island on the flooded town. Its wooden porch bumped right up against the still water, soaking silently in...

I feel them day after day. I hear their secrets, small conversations that dwindle in the dark room. Once, there had been a time before...