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.

Inspiration doesn't always work on our time—and it's not even really our work.