 |
Just before my fingers touch you
I hear a secret in the wind
Live and love and lost without you
So much to say, nowhere to begin
Life was pale ..
|
|
The greatest man I never knew died a short time ago. His name was Phil and he was my girlfriends’ uncle. I had met him a year before his death a..
|
|
This one is a little graphic.
|
|
Death. Certainly the worst possible thing to befall a person. It’s the finality of it. The unswerving, unflinching, unrelenting brutality of a f..
|
|
He stepped lightly, respecting the sanctity of the forest even now, after all pretense of stealth was no longer needed. The hunt was over, and now the..
|
|
This is a scene from a book I'm writing. Let me know what you think of it.
|
|
The shadow of a shadow is the answer to a question that’s never been asked. If you don’t understand what I mean than we’ve discovere..
|
|
What of endless echoes?
What of resonating cries of unrelenting remorse?
Swept up, swept away, carried to a different day,
Laughingly we weep, and..
|
|
The eyes are the door to the soul. The soul is the gateway to heaven. Heaven is that last great bastion of hope. This is why I smile when I remember ..
|
|
“Wait.”
It was the only word that made any sense. The last request of a man with nothing left to ask. Where she went, he would follow. ..
|
|
|
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This