My psalms are not a song of sorrow, but a whisper to the stillness, a plea for the echo to return. I create the silence to feel the depthof the world’s quiet, to touch the velvet edges of the...

Welcome to Stars Rite News — let’s catch up!If you look at the top bar, you’ll see the Stars Rite advertisement. We’ve been playing around with ways to bring more writers onto the site—new voices, different writing styles, and...

Watching the way the shadow falls, a silhouettewearing two shoes of thought and intimacysliding down life's hypotenuse held in the throat'sgeometry, articulating one's greatest sins, a straw of contradictions in the cold realityof an empty bed, checking for a...