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Existentialist Angst A buttonnerie worn in his night blue suit, Surveying eyes, his gaze still fixed, unmoving- forward looking. Auburn curls lovely...

Who’s that sitting in the corner, when everything’s disordered. Doing nothing and, at that, without a care? In a ‘quake, he finds a crevasse. Simply...

An enigmatic colour this on the scales of a herring or a ‘silverfish,’ and the reflecting sheen of a mirror’s screen, greyer than white, whiter than...

Grey cells at dawn. (Image from Pixabay)

I may choose to be a loner, I may hide my past and plans; but I can’t flee my Creator, every inmost thought … Power and love of God consider, when you feel he does not care; he alone wise help can render, strength renew: persist in prayer.

Know that you have eager hooves to journey with: the deer stood eyes and heart awaiting mother head turning to and fro acting like an owl dreaming a...

Chapter Six I arrived back in Stamford around mid-afternoon, feeling somewhat demoralised. All journey back, my thoughts had been on Clem, and...

It’s cold. Extremely cold. It’s weirdly dark and the last thing I remember was laughing. You know when you die people say you see a beautiful white...

My favorite color.