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The 44th Draft: how to love a dying man

One theme, one prevailing right from the beginning, the first theme, the theme that started it all – death. A recurring theme. Like the dying and those about to die, those who have loved ones who are dying, all seem drawn to me, over and over. Long and in-depth encounters, or brief liaisons with strangers beside one another at a bar shooting the breeze. I … Continue reading The 44th Draft: how to love a dying man

The Men In The Mirror That Mask Our Magic

Been lost in thought, like all week. Over-analysing every detail of this thing called life. Pft, well, maybe it was due. Untangling stuff so knotted up with lies and betrayals that I just wasn’t seeing clearly. I think blue.eyed.man fogged up my rose-coloured glasses. I’ve been seeing things that weren’t there, mirages, mists that shrouded my spirit. And, Mom, know that I haven’t told you … Continue reading The Men In The Mirror That Mask Our Magic