A Fortress
Sleep, friends — stop worrying and sleep.
I’m here to be your refuge, me and my blade and my body.
I am here to shelter you — a fortress made of shadow and stone.
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Moonlight monologue
Now that the last of us eavesdroppers are gone, the little creek can speak freely, addressing nobody, confiding in the empty air.
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An Unwelcome Sight
We left the spire vacant for generations. Nobody entered… nobody even went close enough to see where it met the earth.
But last night, just by chance, we passed close enough to see it above the trees — and there were lights in the windows.
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Choose the bridge
”Still crossing this bridge,” you think. But where do you think you’re going? And where, for that matter, do you think you’re coming from?
Look, there you are, with all those forces moving around you. You are stillness itself.
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Three on the Path
I am wandering again. This may be why I’ve been slow to post sketches, which require a more deliberate momentum to continue drawing and scanning. I am doing my best to bring several preoccupations together into something larger. I am letting my aspiration lead me.
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A Disciplined Arrow
“the forces of nature move with them” // Fall as a season of purposeful movement, the transition between the nervous, chaotic energy of summer and the frozen stasis of winter.
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Lonely Arch in Moonlight
in the belly of this
little vessel, the shelter
of night, I have nothing on my shoulders -
Sunlight Escaping
Every evening I follow
It always gets away
