We are stronger.

In the darkest hour

We stand hand in hand

With the loss of life

We hold on to hope

We shed tears with the lost

We stand against the dark

We show strength in our prayers

For the ones that lost their life

This makes us fight back

In our hearts and our minds

To be a light in humanity

And not get swallowed by the dark.

We are stronger.


A Canopy of Stars

She woke under a canopy of stars, each one blinking with as much surprise as she. Her hand touched the soft grass beneath her, a breeze caressed her face as it raced across the meadow. She sat up letting her eyes adjust to the dark. The moon was full and the sky clear. She was in a meadow surrounded by trees. It was as if mother nature had built a castle just for her. She heard some rustling now and then as small rabbits or frightened mice moved through the grass.

She looked down at herself and could barely make out a floral house coat. Not a robe but something more substantial. Her hair was dark in the moonlight and her hands seemed so much younger than she remembered. A noise across the meadow made her look up and a large stag broke through the treeline. He was huge and muscular. His crown of bone as long as he was tall. He was magnificent and she felt a tear roll down her cheek.
She stood up slowly. She didn’t want to spook the grand king of this wood. As she did the King moved toward her. He raced quickly from the wood to her in seconds, stopping five feet from her. She saw into his black eyes. They seemed as clear as the purest crystal. She kept still slowly reaching out her hand. To her surprise the King knelt before her and let her touch his proud nose. Her smile was a big as the swelling in her heart as she heard a soft voice somewhere far away.

In the white room the machines beeped and growled. Wires winding across the tiled floor to the single bed. Sitting on the bed was a young girl, no more than seven. She clutched onto a piece of paper that she held up to show the woman lying still beneath her.

“And see Nana. It’s so beautiful here and the King comes to say hi. He is a good King…so gentle. He will let you pat him and you won’t hurt anymore. I love you Nana.”

The girl lay back against the woman, still holding up the picture of a meadow, under stars, with the King standing proud.

Light of you.

Like a flicker in the night

your eyes seemed to sparkle

your smile seemed to shine

your skin glowed

your breath a ribbon of light

your hair like sun rays

your touch flashed lightning

and the dark was gone

no need to hide

no need to worry about monsters

no blindness for the sightless man

no whispers never heard

no tears drying in the sand

the light of you

made me soar.



Your hand was strength,
Your smile my sun,
Your night-time stories,
Made imagination fun.

Your positive view,
Making all just right,
Your arms around me,
Making the dark so light.

You chased away monsters,
You made bully’s tears go,
You were my defender,
and let your love show.

When I was older,
You still stood beside,
Even when I was lost,
With you I could never hide.

Now you and I are older,
And I have children of my own,
You are always my mommy,
Thank you for what you have shown.

Happy Mommy’s Day.



What does it mean when the sun sets.

The day says goodnight,

The Night says hello,

The sky turns to dark,

And the moon comes to play.

What does it mean when the moon retreats.

The night ends its reign,

The day is born again,

The sky returns to blue.

And I marvel at this world,

The cycle and the turns,

From day to night,

Then night to day,

What a life from dark,

To brightest golden ray.


A moment of silence.

It was almost too quiet, no wind or traffic noise, just me staring at an intersection that seemed frozen in time. The sky was dark and full of stars, even with the artificial light shining from lampposts and neon clad store windows. Yet here was a silent peace, a break in the reality of a city night. No cars or humans, no strays or distant roars.

It was a perfect moment that made me hold my breath to ensure it was complete. 1….2….3….4….
I counted as my lungs began to burn. I strained to let the silence live. It was enough to bring a tear. I felt it roll down my cheek, but I made no movement to wipe it away. I dared not, nothing should interrupt this briefest of joys. I stood swaying as the oxygen left my blood, the light-headed dizziness hitting me. I held on…and all went dark.

I awoke to a small crowd of drunken Samaritans. Stooped over me like concerned Grandmothers. They slurred words of encouragement as I ignored their concern. I heard cars and the rush of wind. I heard planes and horns, sirens and screams. I stood and brushed away the human noise, I  ran…to find the silence, to find a moment that would never be again.

I haven’t stopped running.

D A S E. Part One.

I dabbled in many things before settling on one specific direction. It is just how my mind tends to funnel through all the things buzzing in my head. My mother used to say I had flies between my ears, though as a five-year old it scared the shit out of me. I lost the hearing in my left ear trying to get those flies out, but that is not the point of this story.

Once I focus i am unstoppable. I am a determined mind that locks onto this OCD like state.If you can harness the power of OCD you can do the impossible! The impossible for me is a thing I call Dynamic Alternate Shifting Equations. yes DASE for short, deal with it.

The whole principle is based on a series of equations pumped through a rather large computer that processes the actual fluctuations in the thin fabric of reality. It sounds very sci-fi, but trust me it is possible. The computer then uses these equations to open a small whole in space and time. I know, fucking awesome right?

I will say that when I first discovered the prime equation I was not sure what i had. This prime equation led me to another and another and another, until my head swam and the flies came back. I even heard them in my bad ear! It was overwhelming and threatened to consume me. If I hadn’t met Simon I would be locked up in some loony bin.

Simon is a brilliantly powerful and extremely wealthy man. He happened upon one of my papers while purchasing Yale. That’s right, he bought Yale. How awesome is that.

he immediately saw something that nobody else had seen. There was truth in my numbers. Simon is an educated man. He has a high intelligence and thinks about numbers the same way I do. Well, not to the same extent, but he can see the fundamentals.

He contacted me and set up a meeting. i arrived at his offices and was made very comfortable in a grand board room. I was served coffee and pastries.I really enjoyed the apple strudel. It was light and crunchy on the outside and very fruity on the inside. The server had warmed it slightly to give it a just baked feel that heightened the overall flavour of the dessert. Sorry I am obsessing, but it was good.

Simon came in and sat across from me. it was a bit intimidating as the distance from him was about ten feet. I have this bad ear from when I was a child. See my mom told me I had flies between my ears and so I took a knitting needle one morning and…oh crap, I am doing it again.

Anyway, I was sitting across from him when he smiled and slid my paper across the table.

“Is it true?” He asked me bluntly.

“Truth is really not a tangible thing, Mr..”

He interrupted me, “Simon, you will call me just Simon.”

I nodded like an idiot and I am pretty sure I said, “Simon.”

“So if it isn’t true, what is it?” He asked.

I looked at him a bit confused, “what is what?”

I actually heard him sigh as he pointed to the paper.

“Why are the brilliant ones always so weird. The paper, the equations, the thesis you have put forward.”

My eyes widened as I picked up my paper. I saw he had written on it in red, trying to disprove the math. At the bottom of the page was a check mark and one word. Plausible.

“This is not a truth, it is a fact. There is a difference between the two. For something to be true there must be a possibility that it could be false. My math is not false in any way. This paper is just what it is…F A C T…fact”

Simon smiled and stood, walking around the table until he was beside me. He reached out his hand and I took it.

“Well I will make it possible to make your facts a reality. Not just a paper and some math, but we will actually do it. So now that we are friends, what should I call you?”

I looked at him in the eyes, “Professor is fine.”

That was when I started working for Simon. The weeks, turned to months and the months turned to years. We painstakingly built the computer needed to work faster than me. We built the laser that was needed to work with the computer and deliver the correct beam, based on the co-ordinates my math delivered. All in all we built something that was never supposed to exist. I was like a kid in a candy store,without his mother telling him he wasn’t allowed candy because diabetes killed her third cousin. Man I hated my mom sometimes.

I called the first test the Prime Experiment. I did not expect much from it. The computer was still a ways away from working out all the equations, but I felt that enough were there to at least show us some kind of result. Simon was in the lab , behind the shielded Plexiglas. I checked all the systems and joined him.

“Well Simon, this should be at least a bit impressive,” I said smiling.

“I hope so, it has been a long journey. Let’s have some results, shall we?”

The way he said it was mildly threatening, but having lived with someone who was completely threatening, I was able to ignore him completely. I turned to the controls and punched my pass code. My pass-code is actually a simple logarithm that i use for everything. Please do not  judge me, if I didn’t simplify these things I would never had survived this long.

The laser started shooting beams, getting faster and faster. At first you could see the points the laser was shooting, but in a matter of moments the speed of it made it appeared like a smooth line of light. The air around the beam started to buckle, You could see a small line open up and beyond that a lush green world,