It Happened


Two days ago. It happened. An empty sheet. I so wanted to feed that blinking line. Where’s the divine inspiration gone? No zero, no one – none? This is how you treat me, fate? On a stoic flight through a stormy night? On a flight too late? Once again? Damn. My book, our book, . . . → Read More: It Happened

Free At Last


I went through hell and back and forth. My fear spat fire as it crawled through my vein. I stood up, I sat down, I felt like a dork, O mighty loser – embarrassment reigned. Would he never shut up, my darn inner voice, that faker, that liar, that felon on fire? Don’t do . . . → Read More: Free At Last