Marixh-ne, or the Old Pine-tree

 This year I have picked apples. Apples from old trees, apples from tangled trees; yellow apples and red and the green as well; and they hav...

There are many things that words cannot describe.  The shapers of a thousand beings, of the world unseen— They lurk in the deepest shadows o...

It always amazes me how small the house is, yet how thoroughly entrapping. Go out, go forth only a short distance from it, only three or fou...

(Still somewhat work in progress) When water finds no rest it goes chasing, goes running, goes racing, then it gathers up into great rivulet...

Be afraid of what is difficult to obtain; be wary of what is desired. Give thanks for your hardships, for Loshaxh is the harsh teacher and f...