The room was full of paper, reams of it, heaps of it! And he waded through the paper as one trudges through the midwinter snow, grimly stepping through it as he knew he must. He feared he was damaging beyond the point of no return hours of scribbling. And he knew better than most the pains that these writings had inflicted upon her heart. But ( Read more... )

the shadowed alley lies quiet and in wait ( Read more... )

Some unconnected stanzas - enjoy or not, it's all the same to me. I enjoyed the process of letting my thoughts spill forth on this day bursting forth in all its glorious reality.

shivering she pulls the blanket close ( Read more... )

What does one say on a Sunday afternoon when the light fades and it feels that all that can be said has been said? Surely that is untrue, yet sometimes imagination runs away and decides to play in a sandbox in a different place and I am left forlorn and abandoned, unsure of what is true. But perhaps the thought should simply make me dig in ( Read more... )

A few short book ramblings this Saturday evening...

65. Oathbringer by Brandon Sanderson. Book 3 of the Stormlight Archive, this is a fine Sanderson novel even if I do feel it is a step down from the first two books in the series. Yes, the focus on Dalinar is fantastic and long awaited and his flashbacks are positively riveting. And some of the ( Read more... )

the blank piece of paper calls out to be filled ( Read more... )

Hello, my friends! A quick few thoughts on latest read...

64. Why God Makes Sense in a World that Doesn't by Gavin Ortlund. Many thoughts from this book that are still rolling around in my brain. This book is not written to "prove God" or construct a fool-proof argument for Christianity and I think it was important that the author stated that ( Read more... )

A few book reviews this evening!

62. Edgedancer by Brandon Sanderson. A fun little novella that is only right and proper to read when you're doing a Stormlight Archive re-read! I've read this once before and while I enjoyed it again this go-around, I must confess it was a little odd to read it and realizing the first good chunk was lifted (oh ( Read more... )

Many stanzas unrelated yet not perhaps entirely

We walk down those faded corridors
marked with water stains
and faded ink
and broken promises
hand in hand we go
with light steps
and broken hearts

the light shines down on your face ( Read more... )

come across the street please ( Read more... )