I have been having trouble writing much of anything lately. Actually, this post will be the first time I’ve written anything more complex than...

Being a writer is a strange affliction, sometimes. At the moment, it’s like having a girlfriend who never remembers my name. The reason for th...

  For me, there really is no such thing as a first draft any more. I think the concept of a first draft is a leftover from the bad old days, wh...

  In 1956, French film director Henri-Georges Clouzot (no relation) filmed Picasso at work. The resulting documentary is called ‘The Myst...

Have you buried your dreams or did you drown your one life in a dark and bitter sea Did your friends already dig you down into the rotting dark, a m...

So who am I, my friend, and who are you How can I understand this world, this life or even just myself, what do I do to find my place in all this no...

If I could open up my eyes and see with some perspective, who I really am and stop pretending I’m ok, and be here in this life as this imperfe...

I wish that I could meet you for the first time once again, that we could start off free and clean instead of slogging through the worst of all thos...

When finally I was beaten by obsession with death so near I felt the undertow skewered on the spike of my addiction and losing grip, I finally let g...