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I wake in a cold sweat. The dream again. Will it never end, I ask myself. As I lay very still, my mind takes me back. Back some twenty-five years ago at the age of five. A small happy five-year-old. It had been raining and was a cold rain as it is now. I...

Love in Old Age

Reflections on my twilight years

I pray you, do not trample on my dreams. Though you may only see this outer shell, A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality, Is of no greater substance than the air,Masking the real truth that lies withinFrom the unperceptive gaze of the world,Blinded...

When you're pregnant you repeat the same cliche over and over. I don't care if it's a boy or girl, I just want a healthy baby. A cliche, but a true one. Luckily my first son was born healthy. Son number two encountered some problems on the way into the wo...

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The sky sat in judgment on a cold spring morning. All the people could be seen staring out of their empty shells, shells that housed warm souls and harbored dark thoughts, translucent in the light of day but opaque at night. If there is one thing I have l...

Piotr

Which is the real world....?

Sometimes, as the sages taught us, it is the very darkest of nights that bring the most illuminating truths. So it was when Piotr found himself suddenly on a cliff-top in the middle of a dream one night; well that is how it seemed. Let me try to explain....

'A' for Astral

My dreams come true. Literally.

An unprovoked fear of darkness rises in my heart and I run outside to see the street, empty and ominous. Darkness has fallen with such swiftness, that it feels like someone had brought it on with a flick. Where am I?With my unseeing eyes roving the street...

“Are you afraid of the dawn?” she asks, watching him with a half-smile on her face as he scrambles around the room, frantically pulling down the curtains. The new darkness bathes them both in soft candlelight. It smoothes out her angular lines and eases t...

One day you'll tell me softly,Tell me the rest of your dreams.What kind of world is waitingAt the end of this dark path.Will the voiceless voicesDisappear when your love appears?Laughing when your loveShines upon my wounds,And continues its endless journe...