For those away from home on the battlefields, thoughts of loved ones are their only comfort :

A short story.

A wee run for bed…

I have been in your shoes before.

A poem that lasted less than a second.

It’s that beat, that endless beat, which is causing me the most pain and how it scares me to think that for once I might actually want to live. Pulse Sate Thing… what if there was nothing to pulsate, insanity to want so much.

A poem about loving someone who has a problem telling the truth.

Just a raw slab of the written word… make of it what you will.

That’s what he told me.

You are amazing…