I want to thank you all for paying your respects here today. It’s noble of you and therefore you deserve the truth. My father’s death has gone unnoticed in my heart. You see, I am not his loved one. No

I awake disoriented on the shore. What the fuck just happened? Now I’m on land? As I sit up I begin to feel new. Refreshed. Refurbished. Revamped. I feel... okay... I’m okay. Who knew the weakest adjective

I soak for the rest of the day dozing in and out of sleep. The beast usually arrives at daybreak, so I do most of my work at night. The moonbeams can’t penetrate the overcast so well, but I can weave with

This is me.

The Oldest Journey The oldest story we will ever know, is the quest for the light, that will inwardly show. She lives where the days are cold and the nights are hot. A place to loathe and moan; but love

Roy Gruzman pauses at the kitchen window to observe the sun tear through the matted morning clouds. He lives alone; in a quaint brick house. The solitude is new. After his daughter passed, her mother could

I knew avoiding the negative would pay off. If you don’t look at ugly things you never have to see them. I build a small shack next to the largest pool. The beast visits me every few days. Now, when I

I step out under a gray sky. The matted overcast intensifies the sun rays. My eyes cringe into a squint. It’s like this year round, assuming it’s been years that have passed. I can’t really tell. The weather