Gust – the whipping windwraps lovingly around dieing limbs, releasing life from the bondage oflimbo, a pale place betweenalive and not quite dead. Others not ready to die – die anywaycracked in two. The splintered shards stabat the free air.The radar rumblings kick dogs in the rear, liftspirits out of a deep slumber.Taken sand swirls […]

And I thought my life was in a piss pot. Will you marry me Bill? I love you so and always will. Cut the crap, idiot. Talking to myself,I wallow in a syzygy of self-loathing – my inability to do things, like fix the muffler on my car or the hole in my roof or […]