Anchored at the Neck

Written by: Libby Ye “Excuse me,” the coffee shop owner coughed as he motioned towards the clustered tables.  I lowered my eyes and shuffled out of the line of eager people seeking for clarity. A house, an anchor, a garden – the three Lenormand cards laid cupped in my hands, separated from their shuffled counterparts….

Quiet

Written by: Nigella Marx Many people talk of the quiet before the storm, where the world seems serene yet people know to shut the windows – an unbroken stillness just waiting to shatter. But I don’t think there is a Quiet. Like when someone longs for cold under the blaze of the summer sun yet…