pythia’s leaves

The field was green as EdenThen it withered into brownIn the middle of my grievingThey came and cut it downAnd I was sure that it was all my faultThe day they mowed the garden to the ground What was good, good, goodIs gone, gone, goneAnd there's a little boy who's lost out in the woodsAlways…

flotsam & jetsam | July 2022

I haven't written this sort of post for a long time, but I miss them. So here is a little collection of random thoughts. I finished rereading the Narnia books recently. Then I tried to rank them. It's very difficult but my list would probably look something like this: The Horse and His BoyThe Silver…

light for the lost girl

And we wake in the night in the womb of the worldWe beat our fists on the doorWe cannot breathe in this sea that swirlsSo we groan in this great darknessFor deliverance So I think I'm going to be trapped in this cycle forever. This constant going back into the same old longing. The desire…