Sometimes I wonder why…why keep going? Why bother killing these damn things. Yeah, I call them “things” because nothing has been human here in a long time. Myself included. Why keep running to a destination in my mind that may not exist? Why keep this struggle going? Nothing is clear…

I dream of us on the sands of Cairo We bathe ourselves in the Nile, allowing the beads of water to baptize us Our souls melt together like harvest moons. Space and time no longer exists My mirror, come to me and let your velvet touch enrapture me No need…

Is love sought after in the dark hereafter of lust I’ve been seeking, or is it a false belief that we are one? Am I a fool to let you sink between my thatch of dark abyss that has me calling your name like a sweet cherry wind Did I…

Going to the movies with my father was always a fantastic pastime I shared with him. One of my first outings happened when I was three years old, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… It was 1977, my father picked up my siblings and I at…