Each moment is a certain truth whose definition is free of the apocryphal elements of everyday business, where efficacy for masks prevails. Masks are for strong hands and weak souls and I've no use for that now. My lungs weep silently, with the patina in my eyes its only evidence. Old photographs visit my diminished… Continue reading Last
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Never After
"The end is simply another beginning waiting to happen," She whispered. "Spare me the tired rock song," I said. Her laughter, it was like trying to capture the wind in your hands. She had Audrey Hepburn in the curious tilt of her head and Carole King rummaging storms in that sultry voice. A feline declaration… Continue reading Never After
