Always at first everything is great, right? Then the real people come slowly out of their shells. They spit on you like you’re not a human, breathing living a life they’re living in or among the same world…

We walk alone on distant shores…

A short story that I wrote about the feeling of loneliness and separation from humanity.

A poem.

To where shall I seek?

Six of 30.

I have been trying to contact Tahio and ask him to meet with my brother and I he dated our Mother.

Love can flow from shore to shore…

A poem about the mysterious change in nature.

This is the way I feel about love. And the situation love puts me in.