The Dust Of Long Dead Sheep

It’s always time for the rodeo when I’ve accepted the fetal position as a way of life for fear of putting on the clown suit. Doubt comes barging in like a mad cocaine pirate that I welcome on-board with streamers, ribbons and balloons as my dreams vacuously congeal into dried husks so often that I […]

A Glaring Bout of Self Doubt

Tonight it sits like a stone in my stomach Life How vulnerable I am How I will eventually perish The love the friendships I have given away for nothing I have made myself physically strong I have made myself mentally strong but it’s never good enough for the beast lurking around the corner never I […]