At Night

By Lynn White   At Night I think I am less afraid of the dark than the light. Night time engulfs me, covers me gently with it’s thick darkness, comforts me with it’s curtains of blackness. I don’t need to hide. It hides me. Hides me from exposure, hides from me that which I fear … Continue reading At Night

The master of beginnings

By Rajnish Mishra   I’m the master of beginnings; neither middle, nor end, of steps that hang, neither rise nor fall, of sounds that are, reach ears mean nothing. Try not to call me, or meet me (never). Mail me. Mails are good, convenient too. There’s no guarantee that I’ll mail you back. I respond … Continue reading The master of beginnings