Truth, Unleashed

The darkest hour is not just before the dawn.  It may be a pretty, poetic notion to say so, but anyone who has even a smattering of astronom...

I wrote this song when I was in high school.  It's typical of the songs I wrote back then - fatalistic, abjectly devoted, and chock-full...

One of the books I happened to have with me during my first stay in a hospital psychiatric unit was a volume of Shakespearean tragedies, bu...

It was my dog who taught me to love being alive on Earth, to poke my nose with limbic abandon into the good greenliness of the wild's...

No, I don't mean making love.  I mean sleeping together.  Pulling back the covers and lying down and kissing a little and then closing o...

The absence of you chills the somnolent dark warmth under my blankets.

I'll never forget the date - it was Sunday, September 14, 1997: the day I accidentally handcuffed myself to one of my uncle's kitche...