Runaway Train

I snorted myself awake- how romantic I dream of running, stealing, being stolen faces of people familiar and yet not the same. Our house dank and dark and multistoreyed and I am riveted on cue as students parade round and I am trying to find any order some order to this madness. CRC the door […]

I was thinking yesterday about those times as a late teen.  Times when I had one foot either side of the sanity fence.  We have all probably been there, but mine was such a huge part of that time- rolling  across five years- that I wonder if that madness ever truly leaves. I thought about […]