Chamomile Tea | finding a focus

The mug pulsed between my hands…

Where the Time Goes | a tender sort of love

You mustn’t fret, Susie.

Father’s Funeral | all’s well, all’s well

a tragicomedy with mother and son.

The River in the Sky | enchantment alight

In an instant there were dozens of faces beaming in light or plastered by shadow…

Queen of the Night | enchantment alight

I leaned outward, stretched my arms. Yes, dearest, tonight.

Preoccupied Rooms | restless and surreal

So the muse sat down with the cynic, and they began to talk.

All the Little Horizons | conversations at nighttime

The Night Watchman | pencil outlines

but in the dark of the night, the other watchmen liked Toby more than anything else…

The Perfect Shot | conversations at nighttime

His sentences became senseless mumblings, and at last he said to me, Du gehst…

The Quickening Dusk | pencil outlines

a swift sketch.