a note from skógafoss
words fail us at nearly every turn. wrapped in a web of ideas about...
pure possibility
a page. blank as the night sky overcast with clouds. or empty like a...
as it echoes
i’m not naive enough to believe that a well said word if properly heard...
no denial
maybe it’s strange how life worked out this way, like how i can’t deny...
three swords deep
if i could feel her heart beat in these two mean hands for the...
three phases of light
in predawn morning hours hope can crest the horizon and bathed in its ambient...
like purest gold
a field of green dotted white with clover and the air alive with buzzing...
north star
you could follow a star of your own device should you dare light a...