The Devil's Diaries

How we hope craft facts out of fiction these little triumphs of rationalization only to sing the same   old cowboy song try again, my love s...

Most remained here with me I gave some to the wind                        the wind that separated my toes but something  stayed     crept   ...

  All I wanted was one incorruptible truth to call my own. But truth is organic, like a strand of DNA. It can mutate, or combine with other ...

I saw you then the knife always you first it kills in two hits I would never know back and forth back and forth even once to be ...

  were you caught in the firestorm of a million conversations or lost in a dying admission   because just one thing I can show a...

“I’m here because he loves you.” Megan laughed a little, even as tears of desperation streamed down her face.   “I used to think that, too,”...

  my nighttime disguise          this ink-stained mystery       wrapped in broken            bloodied history which ring do I hold    ...