Night Terrors

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.

Now is no time to think of what you do not have...

Help me.
A reflection on loyalty

In to every life must fall an existential lunch or two

The world is ending

Siri kept pinging me.
The cancer isn't just in her spine.

Hope— hope springs eternal, but I'm finding the well dry of late.
My wife's sister is dying of cancer.

I realized some time ago that nothing exists in a vacuum