The Sword

Between my ribs a sword is thrust. It goes in below the heart and comes out at the backside of the opposite hip. I can’t recall when it went in, but it must be some time ago now.

Pride and Disdain

It often feels like I’m at the edge of the world, always just nearly able to enter it. The way I see the world and experience life seems normal to me but, too often, I am reminded that it is not quite so.