Chance Encounters

I don’t talk to strangers… mostly

Talking to strangers is tricky. It’s one of those things we’ve been taught to avoid: literally.

The Car Story

(On Pizza, Affanculo and Overgiving)

In me

Tanka

If I could meet me
from another place and time
I’d not let me go,
entangled between the two
I embrace my home in…

What does peace mean to you?

a photo poem

Do You Read The Dedications?

thoughts and selections

Belladonna

being different is easier when the right friend comes along

The Ols

a photo story

It seems that there is still a lot of water in the meadows and woods all over Mazovia and…

Cinema

Tanka

My mind fleets this heart
tripping over truth again
I play both our parts
gently in time’s sweet sorrow 
life lays…

Love in the Time of Suicide

3 Years Ago Today. 7:49 pm