Monthly Archives: July 2011

I am a prisoner, bound naked to a crumbling stone wall by shackles of rusted steel. It’s an awful prison with the sounds of dripping water, cries and silence as my only companions. I’ve tried to leave this place many … Continue reading →

“That one is special,” said Grandfather Elder with a strong voice as he pointed to Klarissa sitting meekly in the back. He came forward and pulled Klarissa out of the shadows and into the light so he could look her … Continue reading →

More randomness from a notebook, this time from 2010: “Joy is thought,” he said. I sat up suddenly for this simple statement — the words — seemed to carry physical impact. “Joy is thought?” I asked. “It’s what I choose … Continue reading →