the morning after
shaft of moon-beam, cold light striking cold tile floors swept clean of history (at least for now). he sleeps, oblivious — another...
and it passed
she raised her head like you raise a glass to make a toast and when our eyes met in that specific second...
heart of the matter
we want what we see and what we reach for are such paltry things, bought off so easily by rust and ashes...
haunted (by the 6 of swords)
how could pixie know her brushstrokes on paper would haunt my waking hours, the interplay of light and shadow on those turbulent...
checkout time
no one dreams when they’re young of being poor or becoming a drunk standing in the checkout line fishing through a bag...
Surrendering Into Soul
Surrender isn’t giving up, It’s simply letting go. And when you need to make that choice Your soul will let you know...
dawn in puri
she led me by the hand through deserted city streets and before we reached the foaming edge of wave and sand i...
what if…
what if taxi drivers everywhere stopped to give stray dogs a treat. and what if all nobel laureates were household names just...