Honestly, they are eating babies and sacrificing them unto strange gods, so my life is nothing to write on about.  Id look like a spoiled brat continuing on about overcoming childhood adversity and abuse at this point.  To sum it up,...

Airbrushed with a miser’s touchDissolving in its own prophecyDamocles’ sword looms aboveIsolde’s fatal elixir of loveCarvings of the silence deepA hymn to what we buildCreativity blooms at nightWhen Sirens’ voices fadeGhosts fall from their graveOnto sidewalks with shadowGathering to...

  What a crazy life— to be born, to think, to feel, to love, right here, right now.   And then twenty years ago, scenes in my head, soundtracks spinning, smells and tastes alive again.   The tuna in the ocean, and the tuna in the can. Alive in both moments, silent in both moments, I...