Dark trees make a gauntlet, branches stinging as I run, straining after the one I pursue. The undergrowth melds into a shadowy blur, the cold night gone still around our desperate passage ( Read more... )

Thunder wakes me in the small hours ( Read more... )

I know a place ( Read more... )

A few things ( Read more... )

I feel the need to let out tension and frustration, to expel it from my body in some physical way. Were it only tension, I might run, or take my shinai out to a nearby park and do kata for a while. But there's frustration, and you don't train with swords when you're frustrated. At least I don't. Good gods, I want a punching bag, and none is ( Read more... )

The title says it all; it's a thing I've been thinking about recently ( Read more... )

There’s something strange going on in my head lately ( Read more... )

How fleet is heart's shadow ( Read more... )

Have you ever noticed that drama is like cooking? It always seems to be more filling when you make it yourself ( Read more... )

Many things, good and bad ( Read more... )