Tag Archives: Vignettes

The Span

I don’t remember what it was that drove me from the dry shelter and the fireplace of my home out into the misty evening; some unbidden restlessness that wouldn’t be denied, I think. Continue reading

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Raven, Ink, Darkness

I use a raven’s quill for a reason: it represents the darkness that sometimes overwhelms, and the quill is my weapon against that darkness. I dip the black quill into the black ink and somehow manage to scratch the blackness from my soul and onto the clean white sheet before me. Surely the paper’s purity is ruined by the act, but my soul is allowed to release that which burdens it Continue reading

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