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If you haven’t been following film in 2024 (or if you avoid the world of horror at all costs) you may have somehow missed the buzz following The Substance. The film Continue Reading →
As I look up into the ink black sky,A smattering of stars above my eyes,Rays of moonlight white,Like angel’s fingers grasping at the darknessThe northern lights of Aurora beginning to Continue Reading →
rot is the instinctintegrated to the land;taboo prescription.
It is early Dawn, when the warm breath of the sun just begins to kiss the frosted blades of grass and mellow branches of pine trees. Like mirror images, the Continue Reading →
Lewis had the distinct privilege of loving his grandfather and of living rather close to his creaky square house perched upon the rim of the river valley: a faithful, weathered Continue Reading →
The winds make me weary, as if everything all at once would be turned up and taken. The children love it, the leaves circling and tickling their small faces. Fall Continue Reading →
Sober clouds watch the cliff fall, Crash into water from heights tall Stir the silent riverbed Lost her clarity, clouds of dirt bled Soft rain, mound of fallen place Settled Continue Reading →
The original teacher shakes with the “Strong and Free” against this fault.
Ol’ Mr. Rabbit sat on field of green,Munching away at a patch of grass.‘Twas a beautiful day, no cloud to be seen,And the fields ripe for Mr. Rabbit to reap. Continue Reading →