Soldered into every muscle, into every collapsed vein, and into every organ that sleeps inside this cold and accidental body; lies what is left of my soul. It can be heard, like warped floorboards, creaking under the weight of the visitors, that come and go like, collectors of curiosities in a museum. Morbid collectables, to … More Soldering The Leftovers
Part One here. S started to giggle, while prying J’s fingers from her shirt. The lisp was proving to be funny, even if the situation wasn’t. S: Babe… if you can say “SuperCalaFragilisticExpialadocious” I will gladly yank that tooth out for you. J: That’th not pfuckin ppphunny. Phick you.. *wince* S: It is. But … More The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles _ Series II _ Part 2
Someone whom I love and trust has named me a Bear Trainer. Those that have known me as I have grown up with chains wrapped around my knuckles and sharp glass ready to spill at will at those who challenge me have always called me ‘The Bear’. The claws and the standing up to roar … More The Training of Bears
I met the most exquisite soul today. You know who you are and why. Words became threads that tied us together. Woven feathers. I am moved. Inspired, and I see the strength that you have tucked away for a rainy day. Love.