I don't want to blow out the candles of your past lives. I want to know, what about the fire did a younger you find welcoming and tender? What about these candles comes into your body and mind troubling you with shadows and taking your focus elsewhere? I do not wish to know the name... Continue Reading →


Then one day, the Princess walked the knight to the train, where he kissed her and bid her goodnight. Turning away, his armor unhinged and fell to the ground, trailing behind in a little stream. The Princess waited. She waited a long time. Six months went by and by then the stream had grown into... Continue Reading →


Every Sunday the Knight walks the Princess to the train Her gait soft like a penumbra His legs light like fire. Every Sunday, the Knight walks the Princess to the station, she always makes him wait. He waits gladly. She waves a wand her eyelash; he sings into her ear. She rewards him. Within a... Continue Reading →

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