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The Gift of Love I Scorned and the Sorrow I Reaped

Someone once said that time heals all wounds; maybe. I can only speak from my own experience and my owned grief. What time has allowed me is plot and perspective to ponder what my life has been about. What my life could have been about, and what my life should have been about. Like rings […]

Glory to God and the Ghosts of Club Kids

Nostalgia has a powerful pull on the human heart; its deception delightful. Mystically moving our minds eye to a time and terrain that no longer exists and maybe never really existed. A reel of re-imagination that revolves inside our head. A cerebral sleight of hand that heals the heart as it recalls a reminisced reality. […]