There is a creature hidden in the woods. It hides itself in the rock clefts and clings delicately to decaying logs.

There is a sort of tragic irony in loving creation. Flowers bloom each spring and birds lay their eggs. Yellow sunsets creep up from...

The very idea of writing is a strange one. It never ceases to amaze me that humans can look at little squiggles, dots, and lines, and...

Autumn is a time to find things.

Two men sat in the fiery sunset of a dying day and watched it burn starry embers into the smoke black sky. One had a face full of...

Recently, I have been struggling with some health issues. It seems obvious, but the best way to get healthier is simply eating whole...