Trilogy

Before Celine Before our eyes met Before the spark knew Before it found its kindling Before us it grew Before knowing mattered Before the sun rise Before my luck Before the twin bolts of light Before quicksand and ice Before

Trilogy

Before Celine Before our eyes met Before the spark knew Before it found its kindling Before us it grew Before knowing mattered Before the sun rise Before my luck Before the twin bolts of light Before quicksand and ice Before

The Gospel Of John Lost

They’ll come at you thick and fast. Picture yourselves, 10 of you, maybe 20 or 30. You are all you and you are all in competition, you think. To get to that finish line, whatever that may be for you,

The Gospel Of John Lost

They’ll come at you thick and fast. Picture yourselves, 10 of you, maybe 20 or 30. You are all you and you are all in competition, you think. To get to that finish line, whatever that may be for you,

Hamlet’s Folly

O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a King of infinite space… Hamlet, II, 2 An uninspiring existence thus far Not a cry for help Fear not for my sanity, I still see the stars

Hamlet’s Folly

O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a King of infinite space… Hamlet, II, 2 An uninspiring existence thus far Not a cry for help Fear not for my sanity, I still see the stars

Hard Boiled

It is a mystery how something as commonplace as death can prove to be ever so surprising. We know of its temperamental and cruel nature yet we allow ourselves to be encased in shells that never seem to house a

Hard Boiled

It is a mystery how something as commonplace as death can prove to be ever so surprising. We know of its temperamental and cruel nature yet we allow ourselves to be encased in shells that never seem to house a