A (wise) man of two faces
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty.

Updates Monday - Friday

The mob 1

Chorus of voices,
raised in celebration? Song?
No - demanding blood.


A thousand year love
was not without its hard times,
but they talked it out.

Pillow talk

Love in the morning -
the time we had together
was not spent idly.

Green around the edges

First night together -
things got a little awkward,
but they recovered.

Homeward bound

Looking for a place
where I can be myself but
it isn’t easy.


We fear the ending,
and deny it as though we
could change the future.

She had such kind hands 1

She had such kind hands
they almost brought me to tears
they were so gentle.


The creator’s breath
imbuing motionless stone
with a beating heart.


A shadow repressed,
Anima and Animus:
the who we are not.


You should wear a smile
because you cannot be sure
who might be watching.

Social network

The digital age,
a fingertip connection,
and hearts miles apart.

Mad world

The noble demon
carrying his honor
among God’s liars.

Face across the room

You seem familiar,
but I can’t remember where
I’ve seen you before.

Under the hood

The day is filled with
the hustle and bustle of
just what, exactly?

Gilded cage

When was it perhaps
that my comfortable things
became my prison?