Snoisnemid

Snoisnemid The forest looks like a forest. Leaves abounded on earth’s floors. Their spread appeared to match all memories of true leaves. “If it rained, would it feel like rain? How would its structure, its makeup, differ from true rain?” as if questioning herself, not her travel companion, Tage’s mind searched for formulations to solve …

One of the Edges of the Earth

This story is my way of describing a dream I had about discovering one of the many ends of the Earth. The willow darkens the space it surrounds. The darkness is too much for some. It encompasses the words ‘they’ hear in their heads. The sounds in the shaded murk, the space between time, the …