In the lull between two heartbeats it happened. Someone’s life shattered; his life torn asunder.

Some will later say that he deserved it and others, like crusaders to the banner of the Church, will fervently defend his side. A cold war will ensue fought out in bitter innuendoes and terse rejections. I will not partake in this apocalypse of emotion, though not due to some arcane wisdom. Rather, I saw the crumble of a relationship long since dead, and whether a stranger or a lover,

Inspired by La Conchita, 2005

The rains came at the end of an already long winter. We had all just started to emerge, to open up, to live, then the rain boiled out of unexpected cauldron-black clouds, inundated the