Memories are all we really have. They connect us to the people we love, and to the places we cherish long after the bulldozers have come and gone. They're sensual - memories; a smell or a sound can bring a waterfall of thoughts splashing down. Memories remind us of the good times, the bad times, and the times we dare only tell those that can keep a ( Read more... )

I suppose I should post something given my lack of anything substantive for most of December. I blame November - it nearly killed me between struggling through a horrible narrative along side the two times my body revolted against me in a most vile manner. That aside, I guess it's time I start getting back into the groove of writing more often. It' ( Read more... )

Heat. The mere flicker of the small candle sitting in my windowsill seemed to be rocketing my apartment's temperature into thermonuclear levels. I had to do something before sanity left me ( Read more... )