How the Night came to be

  Art by James R. Eads     Eons ago, somewhere distant and isolated, under puffy clouds and skies that matched the oceans in color, on lands that nurtured nature in a nursery of love and care, with fruitful winds that grazed the trees mischievously, almost teasing them for their immobility, while also robbing them of … Continue reading How the Night came to be



art by Rudra Kishore Mandal   I do not know what to say. The weight of your monstrosity locks my fingers in place, and the warmth of our memories compels my heart to weep. I wonder what goes on in your head at times. I wonder what anything ever means to you, and if you … Continue reading redemption