• Soul Stories
  • Cold


    The cold and dark no longer scare me. Here, on the empty, cobbled pavement facing the garbage processing center, I make my fire. It burns warm and orange-gold. All my gold I gave. Now the cars and bikes and buses whizzing past witness the last spark of my life. Into the blaze I put the […]

  • Soul Stories
  • Translucent


    There is no shape to the feeling that has gripped me, no name. It is sensations and currents rippling through me, bringing one moment a tear, then a smile. A hummingness courses through my mind. At the day’s very end, just this one thing seems to tether me to humanity. Each day I go into […]