Alicia the Existentialist

Bodies, like the words on a page. Making sentences with the movements from sound waves  speak a language only feet can play  making st...

Alone with the mind is how a writer creates a world. Silence of the senses eyes on a blanket of white only seeing the words only feeli...

(For my big sister Jessica) i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;an...

The art of losing isn't hard to master;  so many things seem filled with the intent  to be lost that their loss is no disaster.  Los...

The idea of death Used to comfort me In my darkest hour I wanted to die But it's not what you think I wanted to see How people wou...

It doesn't get realer then this. The bi polar tango between breakdown and acceptance. We've lost us a child a baby of only 8 ...

I asked my Uncle George to find me a passage from the bible to include in a eulogy for the passing of an eight year old boy.  He read me ...