Creative Writing
She (a poem)
To the young girl, lady or old woman who suffered or is suffering the pains of a splitting…
1981: Locked in a Warehouse and Forgotten
It was the fourth day. Most of us were still alive. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough …
The All-Encompassing Nothingness
The rains,
They come from the place where the stolen things return.
They come with the wind…
How I Came To Write – A Glimpse of Nirvana
It is one of those far off memories, partly there, partly gone. I remember being taken aback by the…