One person is leaving, another is hurt trying to stop them. That’s the crux of Part of That World, even if that description removes the artistry, and the weird...
Every year the changing leaves comes as a surprise to me. It shouldn’t. It happens every year. Still, I marvel at how the deep green of the trees turns yellow ...
Some people stay with you forever, don’t they? Those great loves of your life, those great powers. A part of you will always be with them, and a part of them w...