Somewhere between Anywhere and Nowhere – an article

  Almost There Murky waters Childish dreams; thoughts so blind Things once clear, now misty grind Times to come that bring doubt New dreams: will they sprout?   Sleep to dream; wake to find That you’ve left that world behind  Run one way, down the line It will change – with time    I remember…

I AM DYING – fiction

  I am dying…                                                                                                      …