A day of many firsts

Getting my legs back on track part I: The night approaching May first, was a night of many firsts. But above all it was the night I injured myself so badly that I needed surgery to regain my capacity to walk and move freely.

The Liar

Poetry has never been my forte, but years ago during a persistent episode of demonic darkness I decided to take up my pen to release my mind. As the words started flowing, I found myself writing in rhyme. Afterwards my Read more…


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