Author: Matt Williamson

Midnight Moksha

The crescendo, a calamity of sound and light, deafening and silent as it rose into the air above his head. Rays of azure light shot out…

I passed a man on the street this morning. He was walking on the sidewalk, looking down, looking for a bit of money, or maybe…

Last night I had many dreams, but one woke me with tears… My wife and I were driving on a country road. Beautiful cottonwood trees…