In the Eye of the Storm

 I felt it was time (more than 10 months after my wife's passing) to start reopening myself to the world - and part of that means coming...

There is a ghost haunting my steps. A phantom glimmering of a life lived well. Possibility's wraith, of mistakes not made, of prom...

Sometimes my thoughts escape me like the quicksilver fancies of a mildly psychopathic but ultimately benificent kitten where it doesn...

One of the most common reactions to my assertion that I am Polyamorous is the look of astonishment coming from a person who assumes that mea...

Take my guilt, there's plenty I owe, and to spare. Take my heart, for there's nothing left inside, for any to ca...

It is my choice to stay and fight on, though every cell says I should be long gone. It is my debt I have chosen to pay, and ...

When love is as impermanent as frail blades of grass, how can we say our passions are forever? Or is that an illusion? Is it the only c...