Yesterday I found the bookmark you had gifted me five years ago. It lay in a paperback between pages 8 and 9. The cover hadn't lost its gloss, and not a single page had creases. Odd, considering most of my books end up with dog-eared pages. Some have been read so long, they always stay … Continue reading Bookmark



If you fall off the plane without a parachute you have little time to pray to get into heaven. Unless you are an atheist, in which case you wouldn’t really pray. Or would you? Either way, you’d take the same time to crack your skull on the earth. The Dirty Thirty, Poem2