Tangents Stories

Beneath the Cloak

​The madness of sleep and dream descends, the vaunted pillars of night erected and I drift again into that haunted, beckoning abyss.

Chemical Imbalance

​Moderation in all things                                                                            I remind myself again as I find myself overindulging again in fits of temper wallows in despair and dances of joy. One day I’m drunk with love the next sober in loneliness. Drinking too much coffee too much wine too much exercise never enough sleep longing for the weekend grappling with my fears wrestling with my soul. If I ever do achieve moderation I will do doubt take that to the extreme.

The 45th

Monsters with White European teeth chew through the leather bindings of the books that protect us.