With feeling this Time – OldePunk

Carotid artery mistakes Incisive, this empty Crawl is all I can do When God was on The face of the deep, I was under him A darkness indescribable, Without form Let there be light Writhe inconsequential Need for nothing lost Feel summons to whom I belong Calling, chattering never(always) silent No words, no structure, incessant…

The Sins of My Father – Christine E. Ray

I have always been a dreamer. Waking hours filled with daydreams of a younger, more vibrant self living other, more exotic lives that take the edge off the stupor of middle-age suburbia. Sleeping hours filled with images of places I have been before that morph and change, nightmarish Wonderlands, and places I have never been…