WolfCast

Observational writing on a quiet afternoon lunch.

https://write.as/wolfinwool/thirty-four-years-from-now

When you wake up and instead of the muse, you find a monster.

I read one of Shaun Tan's short stories from Tales from Outer Suburbia. A great writer and superior illustrator. 

Loss is hard for all of us. Anytime. And, it's hard every time. 

A poem about the power of two souls hungering for the renewal storms bring.

A short observational poem about a moment some months back. 

She sat cross-legged in the
dim hush of the room,
a lamp casting long purple shadows
across the pages of her journal.

The Wolf travels to Geneva via effigy and imagination where he is inspired to pour oil and praise upon a loved on.

When two kind souls meet, it is no forgone conclusion that they will connect and build a life. But when it does manage to spark and the forrest fire of life together is started, we are the lucky ones to feel it’s warmth and stand by amazed at the all-consuming nature that true love has.