writing

  • WHEN THE MACHINE STOPS

    I have just discovered the beauty of long, silent drives; of hearing a friend’s voice; of reading to fill time, and it is all so luxurious. Simply put, I am in an unexplainable state of freedom. I gave up my… Continue reading

    WHEN THE MACHINE STOPS
  • THE DAY THE RAIN CAME

    The story behind the story: This piece was partly inspired by the dry summer we’ve had and by something else I can’t really put into words – perhaps the idea that spiritual things may coexist alongside physical things… Nonethless, such… Continue reading

    THE DAY THE RAIN CAME