He’s Dead

Those were the words that rang in the minds of His followers.  The men and women He had led were now bereft of love beyond compare.  Dreams of the future were quickly turning into nightmares.  His death spoke ominously of their own prospects.  It meant something powerful to them.  Does it to us?  Or is … Continue reading He’s Dead

In the Sky

Circles rotate vaguely and without color, There is indistinct comfort in the certainty of their dull direction, They swirl without stirring, hurl without impact Then, the tightness comes.  In the chest.  Grimace: Worry, concern, faster, fear, anger, Faster, Sweat, Tears, Blood. Small circles, compact discs, pulsing dots, points of light. Spinning like blades, screaming with … Continue reading In the Sky