*Note to the reader, this is an on going story as close to real time as can be, then posted on facebook for a friend inspired by her...

It started out like any other typical Wednesday; middle of the week, middle of the day, and in this case, middle of the month. But this...

Give me something more Than to spend my time Running over thoughts That always seem sublime Never would I've thought That I'd have a...

I stand looking at the small window at the back of the house, a yellow candle hue framed in black. The freezing air fills my lungs and it...

Stretched out and staring up from your front lawn at the stars on a dark blue pallet of nothing I make wishes that mean nothing and no...

I was just re reading notes from the Vinyl Cafe today, in particular a story about a particular bookstore in Victoria that Stuart McLean...

To think, to imagine, to dream of oneself within oneself out of time and space, Are we created merely to follow or is there more? An age...

The water is like stone, heavy on my back. I shake the world off with gritty hands filling the voids with fragmented sediment. Hold...

I wrap my tired arms around your closed off flesh. Tried to beat into you - I love you, I love! You just shake it off, wipe it clean....