We see and remember keenly what we do not recognise: the makings of our own era, which too, will pass.
Released this month:
- Story: holden's holiday home, chapter 2
So should you breathe in my characters, and be deafened by the sheer immensity of my writing’s architecture. Let you succumb to my suspense. Let it cool your skin and chill your heart.
Released this month:
- Story: holden's holiday home, chapter 3
We see and remember keenly what we do not recognise: the makings of our own era, which too, will pass.
Released this month:
- Story: holden's holiday home, chapter 2
Be it a comedy, a tragedy, a romance, or a horror, every setback is an opportunity, an opportunity to tell a tale.
Released this month:
- Story: holden's holiday home, chapter 1
How afraid I am to fall asleep, lest I wake up to find it had all been a distant dream, never to be rediscovered!
Released this month:
- Poem: to angel lane
In prose or verse, words or graphics, Unnecessarily does entreat you: to seize each day, and partake in the pleasure of its meaninglessness.
Released this month:
- Story: meandering in the summer rain
Win or lose, live or die, life is one big game. Be assured that my best wishes are with you. I hope the odds are, too.
Released this month:
- Analysis: Kelsey Mann's Inside Out 2
In the aftermath, there are only two things left to do: To enjoy the romance of what was, and forget what might have been.
Released this month:
- Letter: the aftermath
To dream up a pop of color among the twigs of the brush, to clear the mists over the rippling river is to grant them both a legacy and a vision.
Released this month:
- Poem: theatre
- Poem: tree
Like a splash of cold water on the face, or a gust of bitter wind: here is my truth, as pure and blatant as any other.
Released this month:
- Poem: i lost some of her defiance
- Analysis: Suzanne Collins's The Hunger Games
We alone are muted reflections of all that has come to pass, just like the weak mimicry of the sun wilting on the glass.
Released this month:
- Letter: if i loved you less
- Poem: sappho
Habit is geography chronicled. Tradition is history condensed.
Released this month:
- Story: The Last Sprint
- Poem: stars
- Poem: good coward
- Analysis: Kevin Kwan's Crazy Rich Asians
Welcome, dear reader, to the feeling of almost.
Released this month:
- Story: A Proposal in Mr. Collins' style
- Poem: straws and sticks
- Poem: every time i breathe the air
- Analysis: JD Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye