Ashen clouds created vaults of the upper atmosphere in transcendence. They came from a plateau of industry just below. Presumably, the people of the gilded age were busy making a world from scratch, generating the heavens from soil and it whirred, it whistled from an impound of pressure until the machine came raining down upon … Continue reading Machinations
Category: Mornings
The Earth is a Giant
When a storm wakes you, you’ll know. You’ll know it when the windows shudder as it’s pelted by arrows of water and the room comes alive though you’re barely conscious. You’ll know it when the winds are howling and the sky is pale. It’s almost as if you could feel the Earth stirring ever so … Continue reading The Earth is a Giant
The Typewritten Tales 