like a sharpening stone worn by blade after blade honing themselves on it never lapped or levelled pitted and degraded by careless...

The final installment of Facebook posts from the November 4-8 deluge... Again, I may post some of these on their own later. And, in...

All this time behind closed doors Nothing new to see Just all of those things No one wants to look at Sat in stasis Sharing...

Found myself in the state of a Smashing Pumpkins album Stewing in the extremities of our human condition(s) Our “right” to judge ...

I tell myself I am better than this And, I want to believe it is true And, I continue to prove myself wrong How do we get so broken How...

haunted by visions of what ifs replaying that one error in judgement that changed the course of two lives if parallel universes exist...

Stopping and starting again  In moments  that pass over my lips  when I forget I am   and just be We are not here for self  At least, I...

Reaching back into the past to find that switch that got flipped you walk through many rooms feeling around every doorway trying to...

Once upon a time it was ok to express distress. These days it is oft an offence. Lying is polite. Telling the truth, an affront....

From out of the mouth of a dragon, A warrior-princess emerges. Fiercely vulnerable. It is not the papa bear, lazily fishing in the river,...

This vessel was shattered before unboxed.  Left in pieces on a shelf for later repair.  Picked over by curious, little hands.  Chunks...

january jetlag it was the year of “sloth in five syllables” auto-pilot engaged before the wheels tucked away a restless journey through...

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Rising through the haze. Is the light colouring the clouds? Or, is it revealing the filth we have filled them with? Can it be cleansed...

As I shift, so does my clock.  If only I could make it stop.  Catch that dragon’s tail.  Catch my breath. Why can’t time ebb and flow...

Nothing is truly static.  Even the hardest stone’s molecules dance.  Likewise, as I decelerate into depressive states and become...

The dark, early morning creeps in like a thief.  Four-thirty AM likes my company.  And, my body betrays me, almost without fail, by...