September 2014

Sophie had shot the young officer, whose name she never learned, with a small caliber pistol. It took him six, agonising days and nights to die.

Confession.

I experience everything, past and present, near and distant, corporeal and figurative, all at once. Unfiltered.  All the time. Smells, shadows, noises, the breath of the cosmos all disrupt the air around me- all of this demands my attention. I’m not calling … Read More