Aomori — Japan’s Winter Kingdom
Traveling to Aomori in February may have difficulties associated with sudden delays, dangers, and inconveniences. Yet, with some preparation, humbleness about weather conditions, and a willingness to find the sublime, you will see this trip become something much greater than simply traveling.
A Love Too Human for the Gods: A Mythological Retelling of Patroclus and Achilles in The Song of Achilles
Miller’s prose moves in lyrical fashion, without becoming overwrought. She echoes the cadence of ancient epics and grounds the story in raw, human emotion.
Progress is a Seminal Shade
Between colours and lackluster, Laughter held in place with animated glue, Between dim and funny things…
Portraits of Becoming: My Top 5 Favorite Books of All Time
Several books throughout my life have earned status as my “all-time favorite,” one always surpassing the last into a never-ending cycle of favorites. However, I managed […]
The Sound of Silence
Rather, wilderness silence serves as an open gate, allowing the other sounds — those most often covered by city noise — to be heard, to enter our stream of consciousness, to be questioned or interpreted and, above all, to be appreciated.
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August 29, 2026
Traveling to Aomori in February may have difficulties associated with sudden delays, dangers, and inconveniences. Yet, with some preparation, humbleness about weather conditions, and a willingness to find the sublime, you will see this trip become something much greater than simply traveling.
August 28, 2026
Miller’s prose moves in lyrical fashion, without becoming overwrought. She echoes the cadence of ancient epics and grounds the story in raw, human emotion.
August 27, 2026
Between colours and lackluster, Laughter held in place with animated glue, Between dim and funny things…
August 26, 2026
Several books throughout my life have earned status as my “all-time favorite,” one always surpassing the last into a never-ending cycle of favorites. However, I managed […]
August 25, 2026
Rather, wilderness silence serves as an open gate, allowing the other sounds — those most often covered by city noise — to be heard, to enter our stream of consciousness, to be questioned or interpreted and, above all, to be appreciated.
August 24, 2026
I’m intrinsically focused
on being a better me
and as God builds me
I know he must enjoy comedy
Like these “thick of it” situations
my constant innovations
and big time preparations
and then the plan changes
I know he smiles
as I think I know it all
August 21, 2026
Unless you’re a believer in reincarnation you’d be advised to accept life’s biggest cliché about how it’s no rehearsal or primordial dream…
August 19, 2026
Estranged from birth, Mandy had believed she was an only child until she receives a call from a lawyer urging her to visit his infamous client. In the locked ward, Georgia Cartwright utters only four words to her sister: “I didn’t do it.”
August 18, 2026
An icy breeze blew down the back of his neck and shirt in an instant, and Billy pivoted on one foot. There they were: The pirates — he had no other word for them...
August 17, 2026
I swerve and swing down tar road glens — poplar built, storm-breath wet that brim with bark and coffee, melt fjords that flood Earth’s marrow…
August 16, 2026
We can be sure Trad Wife could not exist without the presence of Rosemary's Baby. The two novels share some plot points and themes, particularly the feeling of domestic dread and the loneliness that can come from being a housewife.
August 15, 2026
May you walk through the woods and hear bird song.
May you feel a sweet breeze that ruffles your hair.
May foxes and bees cross your path as you walk,
May peace fill your heart as you dream.
August 14, 2026
You’re a threat heading off to school
with your wide-eyed innocence caught on film
Phones mistaken for guns
Kindness mistaken for rage
You’re a threat for being in the way
August 10, 2026
In your little hands, you grasp dandelions
Blowing them apart, letting them sail in wind
Your laughter follows as each little piece
flies far from your fingers, floating to the sky
August 5, 2026
I can’t come to the phone right now, I’m wrestling the tigers of indifference. I’m up to my waist in holy water. The sky is burning…
August 3, 2026
I often look for short, fast paced books to fill my time and provide an easy finish for my annual reading goals, and I picked up this book after hearing the recommendation on a podcast I listen to frequently. I wouldn’t say I Who Have Never Known Men is a fast-paced book, but its steady momentum kept me entertained.
August 2, 2026
Lovers are the pears of perfection;
Without any fear in their souls,
They represent the essence of passion.
July 30, 2026
The moths have stopped circling the porch light, their wings now are as stiff as old letters. The night stretches thin — a slow dissolve of indigo into nothing…
July 28, 2026
We had just passed the Cat and Fiddle, right on the tops with a long, steep descent ahead…
July 26, 2026
The rain fell down, the marsh lay deep and wide, the small green singer raised his ardent plea — a pulse of life where hidden shadows hide, a call to join him in the waters free.