Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
“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
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
