I've been a soldier all my lifeserved with honour,behind enemy lines.Fought ferocious battleswith limited weapons.Captured and tortured—more than once.Escaped my tormentors—more than once.Recaptured—more than once.Changed and scarred;fighting does that to you.Tired beyond tired,ageing rapidly,seeking peacebefore death.It’s confession time:my enemy...

The talking head that went to bed,Fell into silence,Now it's dead.

I have your attention now.I really enjoy sex, but it’s important that it’s not something I do just because I have to, whether out of physical need or emotional release. I don’t want it to be a performance where...

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...