I strike through life looking for The inception of this dispirited pneuma, Shallow breaths effecting shallowness, Dispirited banality...

Should have foreseen destined days. For years nothing. Parched. First, grass, then flowers. Crackle 'neath my feet. All dead. Under...

How do you write? What do you write? When do you write? Wrong questions. So much of life is focused on wrong questions. Why do you...

(Inspired by the will of another. Thanks Leah) I have written my will and it brings me comfort. But should it? Why would it? Knowing some...

One sip, one bite, one peek. Thought I’d be alright, if I could just sneak a little for just a moment. Can’t hurt this time, or bring old...

Fear. Fear is real. Fear is what grips us in the long dark night, when sleep evades and the mind will not stop. Fear is what stops us...