Across the Mystic Sea

I awoke from an old dream last evening as the sun kissed the sky and rain came pouring in across the room. I am captured in time, of no major importance save that of time itself formed at the beginning of time save that of the mystic sea from whence we came. Continue reading Across the Mystic Sea

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Dwellings of a Lifetime

“It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realized what’s changed is you.”                            -F. Scott Fitzgerald Continue reading Dwellings of a Lifetime

Home

In reality, the house was rather small. But it’s enormous in accordance with the memories of my youth as it was the first house I actually remember calling home. Things always seem bigger and grander when the past is taken in by reminiscence under the disguise of myth. Continue reading Home

Old October

90279041_XS“All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travelers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.”                                               -Thomas Wolfe

For some time, I’ve wanted to write something with this quote in mind that would bring some semblance of its brevity on one hand and at the same time the depth of Continue reading Old October