This minutia renders the day. Its dreams having passed away. To the iron air buckling beneath. Of hope and the burden of grief. Where the face of my hours. And a vacuum within which. So slow the ripping of dreams. Dead leaves from my tree.

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Sa c mon blog a mwa rien ka mwa.

Quelques photos pour se remémorer la soirée du 19 juillet à Balschwiller.

The world through the eyes of a male domestic abuse victim, but its so much more than that! August 22, 2015. A poem I wrote about the tragic death of Chris Mackney has been included in a book by Michael Volpe. Instead of posting or reading the original suicide note, I wrote a poem, which I am pleased to find has been included in the book. Who really killed Chris Mackney. Look into the shadows and you will see. The sharks that prowl within the courts.