Lives an old man inside an orange painted house
A prosaic countryside home, away from this dreadful metropolis teeming with mindless slaves; acres of plain fields…
My brother died last night, February 14, 2016. Today, I will be going to the morgue to identify his body. But I know it is him. Why…
To live, to die soon
A harpoon under the moon
Empty. Hollow. Dark. Alone. An image that stirs fear. Is it the loneliness we fear? Is it the infertile dark? Or is it…
True Love
My love grew for her every day. Her skin was as soft as the petal of my favorite flower. I love her high-pitched voice, her blonde short hair, her…