the artist is a miner

digging through bedrock

with Spoons.

The sky fell on a Thursday.

My image always looks strange through the camera on my laptop.

The longest cave system in Maine can be found inside my parents’ house. It starts in the kitchen, rolls around through my childhood bedroom, sinks into the first floor and from there into the earth. It is surrounded by trees. It is beautiful. It is quiet. It is cold.

i’ve thought that dreams were things only

found in the dark /…

“Gerald, you can’t make crêpes while we’re running from the cops!”

“How fast did you say wyverns were, again?”

Even a year later, Eleanor would only think she knew what happened to Nessa McKinsey. She’d look out her window at night and see lightning over the distant peak of Old Speck and whisper to herself that Nessa McKinsey was there; that whenever a storm struck a pine, that was where Nessa McKinsey was just waiting to be found, deep in the woods, sleeping like Beauty on moss.

security compliance

Mother tells you not to play in the crystal forest.