Fierce gusts of icy sleet sheared their faces.Behind them, deep red footprints in the snow.A grey man carried a body, hollow of air, she was dusted in cherry flakes of snow.A glacial tear had wandered down her stiff cheek...

    It’s not a character flaw. That is what I was told by a former friend. There I stood, at the threshold of life and death, a decision was to be made. I had all my medication bottles...

That last day with you,the sunset in your eyes,a moment so delicate,like a candle in the wind.Though the candle flamesbehind your eyes had beenpinched by the ice-coldfingers of death.A candle in the darkness,the flamelight of your formlessspirit. We all...