The Quiet Within

It is said that a man under torture can bear whatever he chooses to bear. When he succumbs it is of his own choosing. Quiet moments are rare. The [...]

It’s raining, again. The gloomy light from the partially drawn curtains filters into the room and dimly illuminates the bed. She hears me walk in, wet from cycling outside, [...]

One month ago, to the day. The heat radiating from streets and buildings in the late afternoon sun.  Long shadows and the whisper of a breeze providing some relief, [...]