Truth, Unleashed

I wish I were a plant, so I could live on light and soil and your breath.

It's the beginning of the end of September, and summer and autumn are lying together in their egalitarian embrace, tongue-kissing.  Autu...

Curled up in a warm bath, I find myself wishing I was never born.

There's a nightmare I have, over and over, although it's never exactly the same twice.  There are no monsters in this dream, no kill...

Four months ago, when I was still crying every day, I wrote a short piece called " The Five Stages of Heartbreak ," applying the K...

When I was in elementary school, a teacher informed my class one day that in France, the sound a dog makes is written as " oua-oua ....