Letting Life Lead
Maia dropped twenty-two candles onto the scale.
“You alone lit but one on your candelabra. Why?”
“Teacher, you said the caves represent our future and candle weights our fortitude. I needed only one — the year I’ve not lived — to light a torch.”
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Confessions of a White Trash Hoe
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.