a socially acceptable form of insanity
He walks through the church grounds. The graveyard shifts through time. There was never anything to see through the church window beside the empty pub. There is a voice in …
Prose Poem
One of these seconds
I often wonder about nothing; Sometimes I wonder about something, but mostly i just wonder about Hell and my place in it or on it if Hell is Earth and …
My postmodern sex goddess
Giving Aphrodite a run for her rubies would have been easy for you, you are, after all, a postmodern sex goddess. I tried to penetrate the day, but the hours …