Writings on the Human Experience.

MEDITATIONS, ALLEGORIES, AND OBSERVATIONS WITH A TOUCH OF FOLKLORE

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ESSAYS WEEKLY

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A young deer drinks quietly from a woodland creek at dusk while a hawk flies overhead, surrounded by dark forest foliage and soft golden light in a moody storybook-style scene.
A young deer drinks quietly from a woodland creek at dusk while a hawk flies overhead, surrounded by dark forest foliage and soft golden light in a moody storybook-style scene.

TALES

The Deer and the Creek

A tale exploring attachment, purpose, ambition, and nurturing what already loves us.

August 27, 2019

Updated May 13, 2026

AI image of a fox looking through a window curtain with sunlight but he rather be in the dark due to depression with gnats hovering over his old rotting fruit.

TALES

Where Did Fox Go?

Some people fade long before they disappear.

August 26, 2019

Updated May 13, 2026

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ESSAYS

On Loving Mortal Things

An essay on the consequence of loving deeply.

October 2, 2023

Updated May 13, 2026

ARCHIVES

No Fear Franky and the Back of the Bus

Franky sets out to conquer the most feared place in elementary school: the back of the bus.

January 9, 2013

Updated May 14, 2026

A dark, rain-soaked stone bridge stretches through a misty forest at twilight, surrounded by shadowy trees and quiet flowing water in a moody dark academia atmosphere.
A dark, rain-soaked stone bridge stretches through a misty forest at twilight, surrounded by shadowy trees and quiet flowing water in a moody dark academia atmosphere.

POETRY

Bridge

A reflective poem about pausing between the past and the future, finding peace in uncertainty, and allowing life to unfold at its own pace.

March 18, 2026

Updated May 14, 2026

A collection of writings exploring folklore and the deeper questions that shape our lives.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A desk with cobwebs and books scattered with old pictures and dead flowers.

“If we do not want to suffer when someone we love dies, then we must not love them while they are alive.” MK Emerson

Stack of dusty books representing dark academia.

“The creek had always known his name.
It bent gently around him, nourished him, and asked for very little in return. But the ocean was vast, and he mistook vastness for meaning.”

MK Emerson