It’s as if at seventeen I was washed up on the shore from those dark and lonely teenage years, no longer a boy but not yet a man. It was a beautiful and seductive new world, yet one strewn with the rotting lives of the newly afflicted; ground zero to a chemical epidemic. I wouldContinue reading

The Gatekeeper

On this City block, The Whiff of home, Of Scented laundry. How Genially she stands there by the gate – A Soft soul. Maternal Memories she Exhumes. Of Warm hugs, and Silent nights. And prodigal Now my heart, No Now this Wall, is A cave Writ With the silent maelstrom of beauty destruction fear.