Time can change me, but I can't change time,Days, months, years. Muddled memories fill the vacuous hole in my head. Little raindrops of poisonous desires dissolve into the tissues. Sometimes the firing neurons between my synapses keep me alive. Other times it strangles my heart, inciting... See More »
The Dream of Reconciliationi could not know what to expect from my visit to Pennsylvania Hospital holding the hand of an inner child once burned so badly as to be unrecognizable; lovingly, patiently, reparented by her future self; a witch in copper a nurse helps me cross the... See More »
Poem- yearningHe left me hollow—a black pit yearning for transparency, for something resembling normalcy. What I mistook for mutual understanding and love was nothing more than a facade, a means to satisfy a rudimentary, primal desire. It was never the girl who m... See More »
Excuse me, Sir You posed for this. The photographer posed you. If they didn't, you knew the camera was live. Don't like your photograph? Maybe have more confidence and better posture to make a portrait the one you want to see. Also, your feet are clownshoes. (1)
