The Murder of Day

With head heavy, eyelids heavier, hand tightly gripping the handle of a pint mug of tea, by now half empty and barely warmer than its surroundings, I sit quietly in a daze, resisting with all my strength the urge to doze off, listening intently to the silence of the room around me, and the whispers... Continue Reading →

The Second Last Moon Of July

Moons have many names. Blue Moons and Harvest Moons, and Blood Moons and Hunter Moons — but they all tend to be full moons. This is the Second-Last-Night-Of-July Moon of 2016, and behold, it's not even half. As for what I was doing out on the balcony taking pictures of the moon at four o'clock... Continue Reading →

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