I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in... Continue Reading →
Meanwhile, here's an exerpt near the end of the book! Yay! James is watching his brother and wife have an argument. They can't see him, sense him, nor hear him... For a moment, he watched Alen. His brother was unable... Continue Reading →
The Disconsolate is gearing up for publication with a launch date just in time to cozy up for Fall! (Aislin's) eyes rested on her right hand. It had been since Death Valley that her index finger had not broken open.... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 