Red is courage, like you, the symbol of martyrs and sacrifice. It is blood, the badge of the wound. Red is joy, the colour of celebration and ceremony, of good fortune and prosperity. It is the colour of Santa Claus. Red warns of danger. A red flag, the card of penalty, a demand to stop. … Continue reading Red

I was out in the backyard raking up the old leaves covered by the winter when out of nowhere, this basketball sized blob of what looked like a sphere of jelly fell to the ground beside me. At first, I thought it was a large water balloon tossed over the fence by a passing kid. … Continue reading This Thing

Life could be a fool with six partners, a man with six things to do, with one pair of hands and one brain with two halves. What more is there to say or do? If I wasn't thinking of perhaps becoming a vegetarian, I might go to the flower bed and eat worms. Big fat … Continue reading Vegetable of Flesh

We are the Sun. Our destiny is to be the extinguished spark, a cinder burned and silent. Begat into flame, made into life, we will explode into the endless silent prison of time, where all we fallen villains, the soul of humankind, journey unknowingly. We will sleep then, into the eternal cold night, never reaching … Continue reading The Sun Is An Echo

Flowers and get well soon cards will not fix it. Ignite your bones. Do not be the deaf mute talking to yourself inside the dark closet. Open the door before it’s too late. Before the chance to save is gone. Before you can no longer be the better man. Do not be the old man … Continue reading Old Man