Harvey QuastThere Is a Certain Melancholy to SpringI have never held the words to paint the potential that I feel in the touch of an early April breeze2 min read·Mar 8, 2021----
Harvey QuastThe Myths We Tell Ourselves to Feel BetterThe inhale and exhale of the breeze remains unpromissed as always1 min read·Mar 2, 2021----
Harvey QuastBirds and Other ThingsI do not know for what the birds first sang1 min read·Feb 10, 2021----
Harvey QuastDeciduous DescentI spare little love for the wind that chaps my face1 min read·Feb 3, 2021----
Harvey QuastDecay — A Short Story2022: Damp. The smell of mildew drifted in unconcerned waves over her nose. A dense cloud of dust flitted from room to room as if following…2 min read·Nov 25, 2020----
Harvey QuastIn Gratitude of a Home SomewhereThere are no mountains where I live1 min read·Nov 24, 2020----
