The Last Timekeeper

“You see, living in the past is a cruel delusion, Chancellor.”A gold-dusted leaf drifts down by a lingering wind’s grace, as slender as a feather, to flow and adorn a tuft of grass fringing the chancellor’s rock.Inol Harmon sighs, his scrawny legs dangling against the little boulder he is perched on. Unmoved, on the rock

Indigo Mercy

I broke the sun’s seam, watched myself sieveThe sky from the sea, an indigo mercy. I might have deserted them,There on the black veil,Of silence and pain, swirled in rain. For their horizon was curved in white,The chill of vague, a mist in sight. But I didn’t dare, couldn’t bearTo leach our core spirit out