In the wilderness of solitude, we hear nothing, not a voice. Or rather we perceive her not. We name her, Silence. This mute vastness, this expanse of speechless, this vixen without a tongue. I break her while I yell, “No, not a vixen! Merely a stranger who need not yell.”
This is a random collection of my writing. When I write, I attempt to be fair to all my readers. I accomplish this by giving them my unhindered soul. All works are copyrighted.