harvest moon

she called it an indian moon that giant orange orb staring balefully down at us in the too bright night as the world seemed soft around us i learned later it was called a harvest moon which always happily reminded me of neil young’s heart of gold and her long brown hair there was magic […]

oxymoron

happy endings are oxy morons, endings being inherently melancholy things even when a tale ends happily it is sad to let go of the world and characters that illicit those happy feelings bittersweet endings i can see happy not so much and i can’t think of a single ending in my life that was truly […]