When I was a kid, we often played cowboys and Indians or sometimes we played soldiers. Always divided into good guys and bad guys. Some of us were very good at being shot and tumbling in magnificent form as we fell dead on the ground. Sometimes even praised by our fellow combatants at how expertly … Continue reading Cowboys and Indians

Even though you are locked into time, now gone, you are with me still. Full in my thoughts from when I was just a child. You would turn to me with jest and lessons about living, always fun. Tests with cigarettes and beer and old French songs about long eared continental soldiers. If you were … Continue reading The Bridge

"I" as the truth, as my search proceeds, as my wonder subsides, as the answer keeps progressing from sight. "We" as the moral, as existence precedes our essence, as our mind searches out the meaning, as our body is just our vessel. "I" exist in truth. "We" exist in morality. "This World" exists in the … Continue reading Existentialism

The rocky palisades soared skyward. The base was a scene of verdant greenery. The crests were capped with pinnacles of ice. A cumbersome footpath, barely trodden upon this century, led down through a rugged gorge. It was overgrown with thick grass, purple caps from thistles and a single crocus sprouting from the center of a … Continue reading The Dream

On my way through the graveyard, I crossed a hillock and into a courtyard, and came upon a cenotaph with a story chiseled upon its face. It said: "Here beneath this stone, the only remembrance of a haunted soul, once a human man, who could no longer bear the suffering we inflict on each other … Continue reading Epitaph