We may not recognize monsters anymore, but that doesn't mean they've ever left us.

A short poem about a place most of us visit regularly.

Magic and enchantment are alive and well, but they were never ours to inhabit.

Another way to do end-of-year recaps. What I read, did, abandoned and experienced in 2024.

Winter melancholia is sometimes directly proportional to age. But I sometimes wonder if it has to be so.

Everything changes—not just our families, but also our perceptions of them.

A holiday poem and greeting to all of you. Thanks for hanging out this year.

A short poem on the nature of the elements—and our own relationships.

A tribute to what was arguably the most incredible encounter in the history of Middle-Earth.

If your family can’t be counted on to be there for you, then it can sometimes help to be there for total strangers.