Past Writing

Often I find myself looking at my writings, recent or long past, and I recognize just how much I don’t recognize.

Refuge

Outside, Mino ate in silence once more.

Why plant seeds?

Coffee shops were his favorite place to spend Saturday mornings, especially when it got cold.

Where to go from here?

The “ideal setting.”

~ things I carry

why?

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Human beings all have this inherent will and need to create.