In a world full of roses, be a poppy.

From casting reflection and always stopping people to wonder more.

What place, what person, what lore is behind this thing and that.

Would it be easier to fly upon a wing, or do you follow the footsteps you tread.

If death and despair conjure the depths of darkness and dread then you will hold a hand out and say ‘I share this with you’.

What easier task can y...

The silhouette of the tree was cascading on the wall again. It’s grey leaves reached upon the coffee pot on the side table in the morning, Laura noted. The same leaves flickers upon her face before dawn. She knew the exact time of day simply by these shadows. When the morning bus drives by the window it’s reflections scatter the room in a flurry of lights, both flashes of people lost in their comm...

Knock, knock! (You had doors back then, right?)

How have you been? Surviving, I’m guessing. You’d be surprised how much people would love to hear that word now… or not! …I don’t know… It’s a little hard to not make a joke every second to lighten the mood here. Every year has it’s waves of highs and lows, but 25 years of this is just getting ridiculous - agree?

Turning away from the obvious, I hop...