A Death Wish

a poem

And when I die one still distant, I hope, day, 
may it be in late Spring, 
when mountains unfold 
their…

The Proposal

Does she say Yes? Or No?

an examined life

We tell stories to ourselves
to make sense of our lives.
The irony is those tales are
a work of fiction.
Hidden meanings behind…

Why Is Sunday Special?

Poetry

Feeling the love in the air, 
Life is completely fair!