The Wormlips Scrapbook

From where I sit at my newly arranged desk on the third floor I see a mass of purple flowers in the foreground and dense woods just beyond, with a path mown between. Fifty feet into the trees there’s a spot of silver flickering. It’s all I can see of the stream. Late yesterday I [...]

Sorry for that last boring, long post. I violated all rules of bloggery by going back and excising chunks of it. Last night I dreamed I turned my car off the road and drove toward a marsh. “Don’t go that way,” I warned myself, but still I kept driving. So this is what they meant [...]