The End Of Days

My tree is my ambiance where shelter used to be safety.  Now, a fire burns sky, my tree home collapses with me still in it. I scurry about, trying to catch all my nuts gathered for winter.  They fly everywhere.  My tree home splits open from all the quacking.  Wild winds hurl me around, keeping … More The End Of Days

As The Page Turned

I creased the page, letting my mind wander into the realm of dreams. I walked down the golden hall, thinking about the pages of text I just finished reading. The lore of the tides danced in smoky mirrors. I gazed into them, watching the smoke spread out. I saw an image of a stranger approaching … More As The Page Turned