The Tragedy of Forgotten Umbrellas

The Tragedy of Forgotten Umbrellas

There’s a parallel universe made entirely of forgotten umbrellas. You’ve seen the gateway portals — coffee shops, buses, coat racks in church basements. Each one of those umbrellas was once chosen, purchased, maybe even loved. Now they sit — crooked, water-stained,...
The Weight of Quiet Hours

The Weight of Quiet Hours

Some days slip by unnoticed, like a draft under the door—quiet, forgettable, but somehow unsettling in their subtlety. There’s no grand revelation, no spark of inspiration, just the dull hum of clocks ticking and coffee cooling too fast. And yet, those are the days...
Outgrown Shells

Outgrown Shells

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,As the swift seasons roll!Leave thy low-vaulted past!Let each new temple, nobler than the last,Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,Till thou at length art free,Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!...

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