Moleskine Pages- Blood Stained Memories

Outside catering didn't seem necessary when so much food was readily available. They ate in a greedy silence making sure to appreciate the offerings. Eating someone they loved was a bonding experience, a prayer for the dead eyes and blood stained memories.

Moleskine pages- A Prelude To a Famine

The feast was a prelude to a famine. She was unknowingly their mother, their muse and their dessert. Music filled the fresh clean air. She was happy that they were happy. As evening fell, and the birds went quiet, a pathetic fallacy unraveled as the rhythms spelled out what couldn't be said.

Moleskine Pages- ACat On A Cold Concrete Roof

She lived close to heaven, wild with silence and dead with life. Every night while cats called and courted, she hosted feasts for the granite Gods, buying brownie points and investment bonds with a cold cold heart. No one can see her, but no one can see past her. She became a ghost well before she died.

Moleskine Pages - Old Mother Time, Happy Christmas

' I am an anachronism. When it is midnight, I am stuck in late afternoon. All time exists now. Like a roll of film, we move from frame to frame.'