Seitan – Home Production

I came to a point in my spiritual journey when other creatures were raised to the same level of importance as myself.

men and flowers

if a man forgets he was a child…

Curious as a child is curious, she held her finger there, though it burned her slightly to do so.

“… only perchance remembrance breaks the heart”

I admit it attracted me

One of my favorite variations-on-theme is the myriad forms we humans have for preparing our daily bread.

The slow erosion gathers us all, whether we run from rain, or into it.

Quit lookin’

A flicker in shadow, the faintest touch of color, the form and the finesse.

… includes a castle, of course.

At some point writers should have taken in enough sights and scenes they might permanently retire to their rooms; now is not that time, for me.

… or what one feels out of a city.