I find it interesting how much you can feel ‘love’ when death takes place. It’s so thick in the air that you can wrap it in your hands and strangle it into oblivion; … and suffocate with it.
Mourning
Do You See Me?
Oh, how I hungered for this love, Lost repose, Deeper than one could have imagined;
Missing Michael
My father is lost in Cyberspace – still viable, still connected yet ultimately not.
Kaisha Trzaska 