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  • the girl and her wolf

    The wheels of the old carriage dug deeply into the winding gravel road, sending into the sky a crushing sound that echoed without end. The intruding sound seemed to drown ...

    • Short Story
    11 min read
  • Amongst the Tombstones (precedes the girl and her wolf)

    A steel mist filled the streets of Moscow in heavy swirls while a light snow was slowly beginning to fall on the moist pavement. The sky was an ominous gray ...

    • Short Story
    11 min read
  • Retrograde

    “Retrograde” Shadows are thrown onto the rocky path Stretching, sinewy shadows that play with muted stones They are the animated corpses of the sun’s wrath Casts of nature’s bare and ...

    • Poetry
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    1 min read


"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world."
— Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery