the cicadas are growing quiet, wings worn and tattered from summer’s symphony, the melody that brings them life. and also death. a refrain pulsed through their dreams as they lay burrowed deep in sleep […]

sing your way deep, deep into the earth, into that blackness that keeps you, that folds you in while you sleep.   keep still, songstress, your wings be silent and soft. it is a […]

  “Questions of science, Science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart…” – “The Scientist,” Coldplay You know that thing where you’re in something like a trench, a hole, a rut, […]