A Man Walks down the Street...
The road is longer than I remember roads being. It may be that I have not walked one in some time — not like this, not with a suitcase and no particular arrangement waiting at the other end. The leather handle is warm in my grip. I bought this case in a shop whose na...
Carrying the Lantern
The Guardian had carried the lantern for longer than the alley had existed.
That was the first thing — the thing that distinguished his fatigue from any human version of the w...
Wings of Light
I did not mean to paint a theology. I meant to express in images something I could not name.
Most of us carry it — that particular longing that has nothing to do with anything that h...
Broken Wings
She had not consulted a map. Maps implied return.
Maren had driven through the small hours with the particular deliberateness of someone who has made a decision and is moving inside it...