It isn’t solitude that killsbut loneliness.Not the want of company,but the ache left by thosewho once knew your silenceswho once saw into your soul. You can stand in a room bursting with laughter and still feel no touch of being...

I died a little yesterday or felt a little deadBut today I'm feeling better It was only in my head.************************Yesterdaysomething in me pressed pause.A heavinessperhaps a tiny death,or maybe justthe absence of myself.I tried to move,but each gesturefelt laboured and opaque like...

She lies therenaked, still,silentlegs parted like memory.Breasts fall sideways,eyes sealed,skin pale,blotched,creped,the blush long gone.We played this game often when skins were warmNowher skin is cold,I touch the silence.my Siren sleepsour long desirebreathes its last.ThenA thought enters my mindtravels down...

part one:All addictions start with suffering.All addictions end with suffering.part two:Addiction beginswhere silence screams.Voids filled withthe cold retreat of alcohol,tobacco’s dry whisper,the sharp thrill of cocaine,gambling’s pulse,screens pulsing past midnight,the slow hunger for shopping,the aching need for moisture from...

5.33 amback deckcup of teabirds callingno windfruit bats returning home8 billion human beingsso very few experience these moments it really is just dumb luck no God involved.***************************Quote from Stan Gramt in this mornings paper:As a society, as a species, we are...