James G. Piatt

And Reality Vanished   I’m dreaming… Or maybe not:

The Haunting Thoughts of War Voices screaming at the unreality of haunting visions of battles stormed through my mind as the sinking moon flowed into the darkness of the unforgiving horizon.

It all Happened On An Intangible Morning in the Middle Of Whispers   On an intangible morning in the middle of whispers,

Being   Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is. | Jean-Paul Sartre                                                                                                                       Inhaling the last breath of the day’s dwindling hours, an aging man’s