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Sometimes things have to go dramatically wrong before they can go right .

A Friend Re-United? Early morning halflight I look for clues scour halfread books listen for whispers in favourite music tangible riffs tangled in memory Entering the room I breathe the dark feel the emptiness wish there was warmth I look for clues hints of mindset when you vanished into roaring silence, breathing the darkness peeling back the years wonder if it?s worth it. Early morning halflight I look for clues scour halfread books listen for whispers in favourite music tangible riffs tangled in memory Entering the room I breathe the dark Feel the emptiness Wish there was warmth I look for clues hints of mindset when you vanished into roaring silence breathing the darkness peeiling back the years wondering if it's worth it.

A fragment of a piece about a woman thinking in a cafe

Cultural clash with unexpected results

The story of an ad hoc and unplanned trip to Brussels, Belgium.

This is one of my travel stories in India

A heart attack. 03.19.05

The rain fell down hard From out of the dark clouds And the water running down the window Looked like the tears that were bursting to get out. Her...

An account of me Waiting for a train that never came in East London