Monroe stood looking through the mesh wire fence at the apple tree. Countless red, fat, orbs hung from every twig, glistening in the sunlight. This fence isn't too high to climb anymore, I think. When I was ten, it was,...

Forgive and forget Easy to say if you haven't been violated in some way.Forgiving is easier than forgetting, even though our memories of dreadful events are never 100% accurate, which is a good thing indeed. If we dont speak of...

Fear of Word Blindness   Banks of blank ivorine stacked high but thinly like old oriental   lacquered tsuba .. Each scream both loud and high enough to shatter those fragile hand blown champagne flutes you   long treasured .. Whereas, somewhere else completely, rows of old scribes sit cross legged in their temples calmly contemplating white...

Barely Visible Indentations   They were always such delicate and pretty little indentations, that I could never quite get my head around, nor fully understand why she ever tried to hide them in the first place .. After all, they served only to mark briefly...

Where do you gowhen you climax?I feel your body beneath me,but your presence driftssomewhere else,untouched by hands. Ah… petit mort,the little death. If death is truly so sweet,why do we tremble before it?