• Unforgiving Light

    What are you doing over there, standing and staring? Are you wondering about me? Do you have some concerns? Look, if you have some concerns, you just stand there with them for a while. Just be patient there on the margins, just keep waiting to see if anything happens. I won’t be here much longer….

  • Grovesdaughter

    Steadfast princess of leather and hardwood, many times tested, waiting just off the path — for she is stillness and shelter, for she is the watcher on the edge of the territory, for she is an invisible line that only the chosen can cross. And who chooses? The one with the bright eyes and the…

  • Sword of unsealing

    I call this my sword of unsealing, my releasing steel. With these edges, I can cut myself beautifully open and step into the breach. My dreams have been carved slowly out of my dense column of years, and with this sword, I can hew it back into its original, unformed state. When the shadows come…

  • Banks in the shallows

    There’s something about this place — timeless, elusive. Every time I leave, I forget that it’s here, and when I come back, I forget about everywhere else. I don’t think it lives in the same space-time as the rest of the world… the boat should have rotted and sunk long ago. The tree is green,…

  • Naiad

    You can’t step in the same river twice. Actually, there’s not really a river at all. The river is not so much an “object” as a process that can be touched. Here I am, a river. I love my boundaries and so I carry them loosely, as we all do with the things we love….

  • Dryad

    We are the dryads, agents of softening, drinking sunlight, and dispersing the soil. Perhaps we too are enforcing some kind of strangeness upon the bedrock, but we were doing it long before you were.