Tales of a Tattler

  Change is the only constant. One day we are crawling; the next, we are running freely across a field of grass. We let go of things we once found comfort in and find ourselves embracing paths we never imagined we would take.    Life, however, is not defined by what we gain or lose. It is about learning how to rise, steady ourselves, and dance to life’s ever-changing rhythm.    The Ninth Night is a short story about a woman learning to tune her steps to that rhythm; meeting life, its challenges, and its transformations with grace.

  Nothing in life endures by being seen: the tide advances and withdraws without memory or regard, light fades, footprints vanish, names lose their meanings, and what once felt grand persists only as residue.   Unanchored is a poem attentive to the slow erasure of motion, as grandeur lingers briefly in recollection before yielding to stillness.