I feel as if I am on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. You know, the one at Disneyland. The one that spins its way through faces,  strange and ...

It’s never the same. Day in day out. The way light hits my eyes. The way I see and don’t see. How words hit my ears. It’s as if i...

There isn’t much time now, is there? You and I sit together on the edge. Me on the chair, and you on the bed. I watch your face...

When I call now, I don’t think he knows who I am. He pretends to have a conversation with me, but I can tell, he is faking it. ...

I think about the hatred that fills veins. Snow white swirling and churning, covering everything it touches, obliterating the diffe...

What is this shit, this filth, this dark  that resides in me? That pushes me deeper down into the ground, that buries my sou...

What doesn’t work is fear. Crouched and ground into the corner like so many boxes of broken trash left for the taking. The silent t...