Sitting in a dark room thinking, just a fragment of a feeling pillar candle melting slowly, only human, what a joke, just a fragment rough with edges, jagged edges scratching deep jagged picture heavy breathing, inhale deeply, empty...

Everything old is new again like water on the moon, been bound to the ground since who knows when, but we’ll be lifting off soon.

Evan shows off his toes, cooing “Weee, weee, weeeee,” and his button nose with a “Honnnnnnnnnnnnk!” When a plane flies by he points to the sky and loudly says “Yeah!” Only 18 months, and he already  dreams of reaching for the...

Where the Wild Things Were:

Second guesses are the air we breathe, polluted with doubts, guilt, uncertainty. How do you trust your instincts when you can barely trust those around you? When trust is no more than a passing breeze that shakes your soul as it rattles the...