Cathairs, the universe and everything

And so I'm reading. I'm re-reading bits of my saga, which I wrote in 1999 and 2000. Yellowed pages that smell good, and have water s...

"From this flesh my spirit longs to break away.  Did you ever feel this cosmic circumstance was never enough?  Wake me slowly if ...

Take a person made by their very nature to hope and merge, and teach them by tribulation after tribulation, by one death after the oth...

Some winter nights are tranquil. Masses of clouds travel fast in the sky and the cold is not unbearable. I stare at the moon and distan...

  I have been dragging my feet, feeling sorry for myself. Working in a job I hate does not help. The tide floods me inside, red as...

That last exit for me is music. Writing presupposes some kind of coherent thinking, music needs less thinking. Screaming, for that mat...

Kahlil Gibran THE GREATER SEA (from 'The Madman', 1918) My soul and I went to the great sea to bathe. And when we r...

I have no idea what to tell you. I can tell you what I know from personal experience, which I'm afraid doesn't count as a uni...

Art by Natalie Shau . That's what my (beloved) demons probably look like. Just a note before I close my eyes and drift off to dream...

  I extend my hand in the twilight. The wind is blowing, the sky a mixture of blue and grey. The clouds travel fast, they rush out of ...

It's one of those frustrating nights. I'm frantically looking for something, but it eludes me in the same frantic manner. I ju...

Spider Jerusalem. My kind of hero. I'm fed up with Facebook. I follow people who regularly upload posts on animals that need hel...

"All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need... fantasies to make life bearable.&quo...