Death

GARLAND

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Through The Door

A Poem

Words,
crashing
to a halt

Waiting On a Dead Lover

Hundreds of nights my dream is the same;
You and I, hands entwined in silhouette at sunset,
You and I, our footsteps…

From Bad Luck To Bad Dreams

A short story about luck, good or bad

The Forgotten Soul That Committed Suicide

A short story

Tragedy (II)

A Poem

People die
everyday

Inside The Woods

From my aching heart

An Explosion

An Observer’s tale

Bloodshed, so much bloodshed. Thousands of lives being tarnished, disappearing…

Death Can’t Grow a Mustache

Poetry

~after P. G. Wodehouse

Those sad black eyes

Do pets really understand us?