His black eyes haunt me. The texture and form of his white body fits with my own and yet we are breeds apart. I hear his call each day amongst
Questions on Life and Death – Continuation Along A ThemeQuestions on Life and Death – Continuation Along A Theme
1:24 am
‘…Suicide’ I ask myself, ‘how can there be suicide if Saint Peter himself has granted me entry?’ It’s a brain twister I’ll grant you that, but in having willingly undertaken
A Picture Is Worth A Thousand WordsA Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
2:15 am
As John rounded the last bend back to his home after an afternoon walk around the block. He caught sight of his wife, Marge, half buried in a grape vine