We Slay Demons

We slay demons – not the kind that you think, but the darkness that preys on civility – my sister’s a boss, her lines are clear, her opinions are focused her values held dear – – I have astigmatism, so my lines are all blurred, my shadows are real, my words are sometimes deferred until …

Where the Storytellers Dwell

No one guards the places where the storytellers dwell, where currency is non-existent because ideas are not for sell – being that ideas flow freely, floating on moonbeams of wonder – waiting to be deciphered before they are lost or torn asunder – these bards sometimes disappear, following the light into their storms, and wander …