A Tale of Two Writers

Like a spectrum of dust dancing through sunlight – us, all lost in the cosmic debris Talking with ease, breathless sentences spoken before the rest of us have awoken Sleep-waking through elevator doors, destination; space. At your desk, we’re all still dreaming. “I’ve been meaning to call, just got lost in it all” Crystalized moonlit … Continue reading A Tale of Two Writers

Finding Myself

For a while back there I drifted in and out of my own existence. A little leaf caught up in the breeze, just another spec of far –off debris. I could barely distinguish myself from the myriad of bright lights and glossy pages that spilt out from every orifice of this gurgling city. When I … Continue reading Finding Myself