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Let us begin. Again. I feel as though I have broken trust with people. Are you going to keep creating? Are you going to stop again? The...

Another "article/prose" piece. Older work re-done and stored here for historical purposes (and reading). I was thinking about...

Stones speak in centuries; they hold no comfort. They are marked and worn slowly and relentlessly .The river forks around them, flowing...

Metaphors stretch and strain as your name is written. They remind me of myself in your arms. They beg for punishment in lust, in desire,...

I think I died. Released, I floated in the lake, weightless and unseen. Above me, the stars poured across the sky, streaking like molten...

You are tattooed with experience, your skin etched with blood and fire. I wonder how often you laugh, if you allow yourself to experience joy. You are this immovable force, but I want nothing more for you, than to get lost in a stream. I think of you more often than I should. I wonder at how my designs would fit on you. I think maybe, they hold too many curves and your right angles would reject them. You hold too many cages for my flights of fancy to endure.

I look out from this crooked old doorway, to the tattered lawn, to broken cobble stones. I remember that I need to uninvite you from this...

The Shadow.  Carl Jung coined this term to talk about those unconscious elements of ourselves that, for the most part, remain undealt with.

after a while, it became so forgotten that the stories it once remembered became a fiction

Originally posted December 19, 2014 This piece is part prose, part "article". It is hard to quantify. I had this notion today, that I’ve...

This one still alludes me, so I repost it, hoping maybe someday I'll understand! This dream was long, with many strange parts, somehow...

I have had dreams in my past that are oddly prophetic, this is one of them. My fiancé and I are in the upstairs of a house in a small...

One of the older dreams: circa 2008

Notions; little wisps of potential without shape or purpose, lookingfor a crack in the dreamers’ mind, waiting to be more than a shadow,...

I watched the mother bear, as she gave birth to a thousand pages. The bears standing near held her paws and coached, helping tobring...

I feel panicked in the need of you, drowned in desire,lost in lust. It is temporary and magnificent. Unknown, new, foreign. I have ideals...

In the thunder of waves, in surf and sand, I rolled violently with shells and seaweed. There was only the tumble and drowning, a...

and if I died, middle night, no moon,
 how quickly then would you forget me?
 I have had to kill you one thousand times,
 yet I grieve as...

more in violet hues endure;  the profound nature of twilight. sadness with its many tones of blues, and black purples.  these colours...

The state has no control over its affairs. Buildings crumble; each falling stone is another memory lost to the march of years, each...