Once We Loved

How I loved, and how we loved, but alas, fires unfed grow cold and die. Would that I'd a diamond for each tear I've cried, or time I caught another's eye.

My Truth About Love

My job was hardly a love affair. I wasn’t a rat in a maze of identical cubicles, but then neither was I an artist. Instead, I destroyed what I loved most.

This Is Alcoholism

I woke up one morning to the realization that I’d wandered away from the shallow pool of sobriety and into the deep waters of alcoholism.