Awake by Margot Louise

And then home again

The ocean, the horizon

Self in a straight line.

Recent Posts

1. Dreams deep enough have an infinite echo, as if the time within them borrows from other lives, or that the forgotten worlds between...

I am with her and beside her and away from myself. Like Victoria Beach sand, the diner is loosely packed. Through the glass, I see...

A winter highway in Saskatchewan (like some scene out of Fargo) A car in the ditch He opens the trunk and sees himself dead A...