ever-changingthought patternswill these waves        on their returnknow the new me...

”before i die, please put me on the bare floor, kalyani.”...

For Dana PrescottWe sweep our leavings in a box, sift the dross,find fit containers for what......

he was thinking of a sensory tool that could turn descartes on his head....

Poor soul.Bless her soul.Soul-mates.Chicken-soup for the soul.S.O.S. How easily we say “soul”. It was a soul-stirring......

1. I can still taste lifeEarly morning, late evening, whenever in-between. Gold streams my morning door......

Story is metaphor for life and life is lived in time” – Robert McKee Time that......

conjunction a massacre visible to the naked eye just sunset a stranded necklace...

without stopping at the river rearrangedbeneath my window, the road winds upinto the faceless distance, bending......

In front of my eyes, the searises to new heights. The language of the sea isprivate,......