Two seconds of freedom,
Before I rot…

Instructions to a counsellor.

Tomata Tomato, what you call a mess, some might call an artistic expression of one’s current state of mind. What others might deem clutter, you call a gathering of inspirational resources. What do other people know, anyway? It’s my apartment, I’ll clean it the way I want to clean it. Which is not at all. So, THERE!

Emotionally vacant.

Original song composition lyrics – italicized lines are sung by a second voice. It’s somehow like two voices conversing.

The smell of rotten flesh is everywhere as I watch people in pain…

If you enter the haunted places of the earth, you do so at your own peril. What befalls you is of your own doing and may have very unforeseen consequences.

Trying to become a complete person.

As she says her final goodbye to us…

A poem about hurting…