Khalil Gibran: Broken Wings

“Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. Solitude is the ally of sorrow as well as a companion of spiritual exaltation.” ~ Broken Wings Sometimes, very briefly, I wish I could empty my identity, to dissolve any sophistication of thought and be mentally…

M. Stirner: Real Love and Egoism

“Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of everyone of its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves…

Reality Is Just A Story

Our conception of reality is regulated by language that enables us to explain and articulate the dichotomy between our inner feelings and personal responses interacting with the expectations and ideas of our social environment. Ethics is an example of this interaction, but some would argue that our motivations remain inherently selfish and that moral behaviour…

The Tree of Life

Her stained toes clutch to the narrow cliff-edge. Prepared, crumbled stone trickle softly down the overhang. Tap tap tap, a musical echo drops like blood from the crucified lesions punctured over her crown. “Go!” the cruel wind blows, his arm the hem of her dress pointing east, a guide to follow the stones. A cool sting…

One Little Hello

Dried petals of black stained skin peel Around the edge Her wrinkled fingers waterlogged by blood, A dehydrated beat, slowing, slow that She wakens with a gentle tap. “Don’t leave me,” she whispers, Her palms embalmed around the organ. The alkali sea sheets the sand beneath her Soft, golden sponge Cushion her knees, moored as…