Do you remember when we were little and we didn't think so much?
Oh, we still thought about stuff, like how could the people fit inside the T.V.? And how come ants walked in a line?
Could the people on the stars see us? Just where was Heaven and when were we going? Couldn't we just stay here instead?
Remember getting really dirty and having to be told to take a bath?
And being tired only after playing outside all day and as soon as our heads hit the pillow we were out like a light and... read more

My constant companion comes unbidden.
You can't really see him, he remains well hidden.

But if you look closely into my face,
You may be able to see a trace,
Of the wreckage he has left behind.
In ways that have been so unkind.

Hidden deep behind my eyes,
Past the lashes, and crow's feet and the part that cries,

Beneath the smile I wear for good measure,
Buried deep in my flesh like a poisoned treaure.

You see the ravages of a powerful foe Who has decided he's not ... read more