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I’m going to release the song in my heart, and leap as I sing,
dancing over injustices and pain while I cense them with this perfume melody Continue reading
Poems
In the Wake Of
Disenchant
This one is from nearly ten years ago, excavated from the archives of a now-defunct site.
The Hungering Umbra
I apologize that I’m only now getting to writing part five of the recent series of posts: it has been an unusually trying weekend, with some difficult, taxing, and painful choices that I really didn’t want to be confronted with making, and some that I have yet to make. Here is part of the fruit.
A Thursday Limerick
Something silly to throw here while I rest after completing this thesis. Will resume writing on Friday or Saturday. Then, I will finish “The Flags of the Dead and the Promise of the Future”.
Into the Clarities 