The fire of winter burns low and glows
spreading orange shadows across faces...

“I refute it thus.”
Ah, Dr. J, so much for the esoteric...

Clouds below roiled in waves like the truth -
convoluted, twisted, tricky faery gifts...

I love to travel, especially with family,
even if it’s someone else’s children...

There is nothing death
loves better than the teeming...