The Muse Myth: How Doth She Judge?

It is when I return to the road that my habits and routines all fly out the window—thrown into a suitcase for later or simply left behind, abandoned. They’re recalled, at times—as the wheels cover road or wings cross mountains—with a quick tightness in my chest....

Solitude Smacks

Occasionally there are days (like these) that fall upon me with all their weight, blind me with the reality that only a slight shift in perception would prove my life is not one, in fact, of freedom and whimsy, but one instead of isolation and aimlessness. Today,...