My Dead Fish
It was a cold December afternoon, the sun had taken a detour, the sky was so arid, and a door …
The Guide to Nothingness
All I’m is a bubble, all I’m is a flicker, all I’m is a hope You seek to find nothing, …
Hear the Wind Sing
Seeking solace in you…into you with you, with all of you… If not you, then whoAnd here I am again, …
Once you tell me something it can’t be retracted
Once you tell me something it can’t be retracted It’s like flickering light in northern twinkling stars…A domino of separation …
Cafe With The Red Door
My words they don’t speak to me anymore…They have gone silent. I tried to write a monologue and ended up …
