the past like dead leaves strewn haphazardly at your feet. gods and dreams lose their luster ... CONTINUED

when she turns her head just slightly away exposing the subtle curve at the nape of her angled ... CONTINUED

rain. slashing thru space. slanting thru gray skies to splash on this window today. monotonous ... CONTINUED

at the end of this charade what words are left to say? and would it even matter should i come ... CONTINUED

if i could think dog thoughts and understand their woofy barks would my world be filled with bone ... CONTINUED

all those words which you've heard piled high like stones have weight, have power to move you ... CONTINUED

a story is just a story which ends as it begins as it must (as they always do), and those ... CONTINUED