The Devil's Diaries

I nail my hair to the floor whisper through the strands                 Oh my Hosanna                 do you hear me tonight? ...

Had a dream last night with Erica in it.  Yesterday (in real life) I replied to her email.  It was probably a nicer email than I should hav...

A car length away from entering my zone until I fell through the open door

My memory is a song I tried to forget. But the words haunted me, the melody always on my lips.  I tried to learn a new song to block ou...

Please be with me.  Please help me not to be afraid or resentful.  Please help me to accept where I am while at the same time never losin...

Bits of stories that seep through the cracks of the doors - bits of stories I cannot in this reality ignore - will be lost forever - wil...

All of the followers had gone, sucked up into the girl’s funnel cloud and carried off to god knows where.  What remained lay on the gro...