Not All Who Wander Are Lost

  [writing prompt written for Gathering Stories - Published]...

"The light of the sunflower was one language, but there are others more audible. Once, in the redwood forest, I heard a beat, something like a drum or a heart coming from the ground and trees and wind. That underground current stirred a kind of...

We are crucified and resurrected time and time again until like Spring, new life is found in old bones of what was, what is, and that which is still to come. We will die a thousand deaths in this lifetime just so we can experience...

"The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets." - Poppy Z. Brite...