Death winks at thelilies that smile inthe rain.He takes her.The last dirty trick.Watered drinks andsyphilis doesn't do thepatrons any good.Too much grief forplacebos and madness.Relief must come.Booze and fantasy justbring sickness, andlicking frogs isout of the question.Pipe dreams ease...

I had been sober forawhile and was getting thatitch to drink.I couldn't recall thedegradation and misery ofthe last drunk, a few monthsearlier.It was spring, and I was standingoutside of the flophouse, I wasstaying at.Just then, a big sunflower ofa...

Beneath the iron skies they stand with blood-stained hands and shifting sand. A truth etched deep within their gaze, forgiveness is not the warrior's praise. Their blades sing songs of darkened lore, each stroke a vow, each fight a roar....