this, the last conversation on the last night… and the first.
Shandala’s Lament
“We are bound,” he said to me his voice, gentle, his touch, tender in it, […]
of moon festivals and memories
i sat in moonglade tonight, the festival all around, and thought i was going to […]
narcissus 5
the week before autumn’s end she spent carefully arranging the braided flower crowns, refreshing them […]
narcissus 4
When she woke next, he was gone. Curiosity overcame caution, and she crept to the […]
narcissus 3
autumn was near, and it was becoming hard to walk. he didn’t seem to notice. […]
narcissus 2
summer came. for some time, she had followed his zig-zag footsteps. she began to notice […]
Broken-Hearted Warrior
“It is only through letting our heart break that we discover something unexpected: The heart […]