It seems my life is crypticalalways forever ellipticalas I again orbit around myselfanother unread book on a shelf All of these secrets kept withina true bounty of virtue and sinyet left here forever unreadhiding behind words still unsaid A life lived...

My gothic romance caresses midnightWith a sigh and a weepMacabre lingers in the cemeterytalking to spiritsWhispering secrets to the dead, listening A darkened world beckonsand I become enamored by the oddbeguiling and honest, they covet a misfitintriguing the bleak in...

Donald Trump never was president just a failed reality TV star there was no insurrection because we're all grown ups Bernie Sanders was elected and everyone accepted the results we now have universal healthcare   and big business pays...

August 18, 1788    Mon Cher Donatien    I hung in a content silence. Your Japanese ropework held me up, off of the ground. The long lengths of rope culminated above me... all knots out of reach. But plainly visible. So...