For ten years i spent my tuesdays and thursdays in the back room of an old closed down […]
Category Archive: Writings
The opposite of married is not alone. One is not the loneliest number and single does not mean […]
I wake up to another night gone by, another empty darkness interrupted by the shimmering light. I wonder […]
The orchestra is warming up. I am at the front row, center stage watching them tuning with blow, […]
Against all odds I got the job at the research facility. The one I wasn’t sure I was […]
Between the things I cannot say and the things I cannot do, lies a world of things I […]
I knew dates and schedules and time.
He knew the ebb and flow of the tide.
Marie III 