Imbolc Blog 2008

My longing is an artic landscape. Pure and fiercely sparkling. Like an archangel. A purple flame. I’m stepping in.

The Hand That's Dealt

it's about a game for two

Dreams

Slowly the stars began to blink out one by one and the moon faded away like sand in the cool summer zephyr.

Dreams

Slowly the stars began to blink out one by one and the moon faded away like sand in the cool summer zephyr.

Angel

It was New Years Eve that night, Christmas was amazing even though we already had everything we ever wanted. Then it happened, he took everything away.

Interview With God

God knows there are too many questions but not enougt answers .

I thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry.

So by the time I've written one line it will be February the 2nd and the next February the third, and so on and so forth or the fifth, even the sixth until all the words run down to only one

I thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry.

So by the time I've written one line it will be February the 2nd and the next February the third, and so on and so forth or the fifth, even the sixth until all the words run down to only one

Smoking Kills Your Brain Cells

Be honest. Am I turning into Biggus?

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