Progress

Would it be cliché to say this is my life right now? This is the interior of my mind? Probably.  I already said that in my last post. The hole, you know. The Maw. What's it mean to have a hole in your soul? Does it mean you are unhappy?  That's not right. It may … Continue reading Progress

The Maw

I’ve got this thing for houses. I like old houses best. I like the smell of old wood, I like the way light comes through single pane glass and old glazing. I even like the dust motes endlessly hovering along stairwells or sitting like ghosts in empty rooms. Today, for the record, is the day … Continue reading The Maw