Meeting my spirit husband did not unfold in a subtle and gentle way. The initial connection unfolded during a creative surge.

You leapt from crumbling bridges watching cityscapes turn to dust Filming helicopters crashing in the ocean from way above.

Do you remember all the sounds, when I found you by the lake, and how the water seemed to call your name?

His desire for me to know his identity was apparent from the start, but I was not ready to confront his shadow.

Early this morning, around 3 or 4 am, ich sehe in der Ferne, I see you in the distance, hovering in the black void, smiling...

This book has been years in the making, taking dozens of twists and turns that have mirrored moments in my current and past life.

They have destroyed your beauty, your canopy that once enfolded me into your splendor.

Me, dressed in the finest intentions, glancing over, once, and then–the sky opened up. You were heavenly, frightfully sublime...

A personal reflection on heroin's allure, its devastation in Vermont, and the haunting contrast between youthful idealism and lived reality—woven through cultural memory, historical drug use in WWII, and a playful what-if imagining of soldiers on LSD instead of meth.

A surreal dream/nightmare account about a post-apocalyptic Berlin.