Bitter winter wind blows. Swirling the snow already on the ground into white spirals of glittering crystal. Across the empty ground only they are moving. The only sound is the pulsing whistle of the wind. Fading and creshendoing, now high pitched, now deeper toned. The snow makes visible the dance of the wind. Cones of snow like waltzers sweep ( Read more... )

Sorry, I've been away. I can't seem to write when ( Read more... )

I thought giving up sex would simplify things ( Read more... )

I've been frustrated with the stubbornness of Time ( Read more... )

My body seems to be disconnecting with the world around it ( Read more... )

I keep hearing that 'Making No decision is making a decision ( Read more... )

The long night has past. The dawn breaks over the snow, dazzling my tired eyes. I cheer the new beginning ( Read more... )

Some folk call it mere dreaming, but for me, it’s sometimes feels more like travel to an alternate universe. I, not always, but often enough, am THERE in another place, as another self, living a different life. An ongoing one that can develop over time ( Read more... )

Please excuse the mess. I know things are a bit disordered just now.But I am in the middle of moving. No, not physically, that won’t be for months. I mean I’m in the midst of changing memory palaces. So all the furniture is strewn about, more or less in the order they will be loaded onto the truck. Here, my childhood rendered as a bath, and my ( Read more... )

This cold is costing me my external temperature control ( Read more... )