L.D.L.

I never really knew the man, we never really connected. There aren’t any pictures of the good times we had, sometimes I wonder if there were any. I see him when I look in the mirror, mostly because that is what people have always said. He died when I was young and chemical distractions kept …

Potato Soup

It all began with dragons and lost love along the muddy river banks. Like so many other things, it was never intended to be what it became. The soothing touch of hand and tongue, the warming comfort of word and thigh. Knowing isolation does not mean being alone, and that all hearts heal when care …

Lancelot

His eyes are still talked about seventeen years after they stuck his body in a blast furnace People tell me that I have his eyes which I know, because they are dead and colored like ash I never asked to be the son of Lancelot, or to have eyes that are a reminder of him …