carpe diem? seize the day? life is not a paragraph, death is no parenthesis? that's what they want us to believe-the romantics, the do-gooders, the whiny old school masters living in sluggish slimy conditions with no time to spare for their mid-life crisis, which hangs looming above the nearly broken ceiling in their old …

Half a Shadow

  I can feel the whispers, in the whiskers of my hair that promises, promises I will never be good, never be good, enough That I'm only half a shadow, inside my being. I can hear the shadows, rustling against the lace the lace of my dress caught in the moment That I'm only half …