Tagged family

Winter’s Firelight

“Where do you want these boxes, boss?” Alex, the young deliveryman asked.

“Here, in the corner. Yes, yes, that will …

Clerical Work

Clerical Work

After the waning, half-blue moon, behind my eye,
the smokestack appears with yellow sky,
a praise-song, and a …


There are a lot of abandoned things on our street. The old church. The place the priests used to live. …