I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from

Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise

I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…