Keeper of Phantom Grace
I was sitting in my chair between getting the two grandkids out the door when the image at the top caught my attention as it cycled onto my laptop on
Continue readingI was sitting in my chair between getting the two grandkids out the door when the image at the top caught my attention as it cycled onto my laptop on
Continue readingI intended to just post photos, but my mind wandered. Glancing at the weather tab sparked memories of summers that run too hot, too long, and too stormy. The title brought back a song I toyed with months ago—a nostalgic look at growing up on the Texas Gulf Coast.
Continue readingAct I: The Geometry of the Canopy The morning sun had a habit of making promises it couldn’t keep, but Maeve didn’t hold it against the sky. Standing ankle-deep in
Continue readingMonday morning unfolded just like any other. I was sitting down with my coffee, working through the familiar shuffle—emails, the morning feeds, a quick scan of social media. It’s a
Continue readingThe cool, mineral-rich air of the Dragonhead Pass always brought two things to the Oakhaven market: the tang of pine resin and the silver-tongued promises of scoundrels. Grokha, her broad
Continue readingThe Vanguard of the Sun-Dappled Ridge The canopy of the Whisperwood did not surrender to the sun easily. Where the ancient oak leaves parted, light fell in heavy, golden shafts—the
Continue readingIn a cool, damp night outside a club, a narrator encounters a striking woman dressed in an iridescent pink gown and wide-brimmed hat. She stands barefoot and carefree amid the bustling crowd oblivious to her surreal presence. This fleeting moment leaves the narrator pondering the mysteries of the city and life.
Continue readingLast weekend, I sat down at my laptop after finally hitting “publish” on a new post—the first one to grace this space in far too long. As I was admiring
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