“Tuesdays are honest days.” he continued. “They don’t flatter you with new beginnings or soft landings. They plant themselves in the spine of the week and demand an accounting.” For me, these have always been Wednesdays. Wednesday is when the sun shines the progress of the week like a shadow against the white wall of… Read more

There’s a venomous needle in her snow flaked heart. A needle that swims up, through, down and past all the glory of the world and yearns to destroy. It passes the glory of god drinking by the stream and smiles inwardly, sardonically, knowingly. The life-giver of monsters. It has Gaia’s wrath in its breath, in… Read more