Like the winds that blow unceasingly. Down the corridors of our fragile minds. Never to return. It is…
A while back I posted a blog titled Searching… it’s all shit! Well, the thought occurred to me…
America – Forgotten Echoes of the Past (new blog post)
 Sometimes the scars are angry. Sometimes they scream. Sometimes the scars will bleed. Sometimes they whisper. Sometimes the…
Today you have been granted the opportunity to go anywhere, do anything, meet anyone, travel in time…whatever you…
The anger alarms me The passion unnerves me The power frightens me The presence fills me â™ My…
