Losing my Head

I love Peter Parker's place because it is immaculate. And I don't mean that kinda immaculate that denotes him having something to hide. I mean that kinda clean that is lived and comfortable with just a slight bit of anal.You know, like mine.And it always smells good. Like the cologne he wears and the soap … Continue reading Losing my Head


I used to wear a cross around my neck.Nothing fancy. Just a simple, silver creation that I really liked. To my recollection, I wore it everyday. Actually, if I am being truthful, I don't remember ever taking it off.Until of course I took it off.The cross went the way of my faith; I don't remember … Continue reading Introspection


For as long as I can remember I have had a thing for buildings. Not necessarily the architecture, but more so for the lives, the stories contained inside the construction. In my mind, each house is a curtain to be lifted, revealing the show inside. Each home its own stage, replete with all the trappings, … Continue reading Address