When a parent dies, It is not so much for him, Or her, That you cry, But for yourself, Because in their end, You see, Your destiny. ©Copyright 2018 by Kevin Fraleigh

I am a sad song. I am darkness. I am age. I stand at the cusp of the void, waiting. No expectations. No regrets. Only transition. I am a sad song. I have no release. The words, the lyrics, bind me and hold me. I cannot be free of them….

I have achieved the American dream: One wife. One house. Two children. A dead-end soul sucking corporate job. My only legacy will be words. Writing on a deadline.  After more than sixty years on this earth, much of that time spent writing meaningless drivel for others, I am finally writing…

“The priests would have you believe have you believe that life is linear, with no deviations or side trips.  Just birth to death to after-life, that’s it, with an eternity of waiting for whatever comes next.  Personally I don’t think it’s that simple.  I think it’s more like a stone…

Other animals spend their lives living, whereas humans spend their lives creating elaborate rituals in the hope of avoiding death. © Copyright 2015 by Kevin Fraleigh.

It’s an unfortunate truth that even the most well thought out plan is subject to the demands and restrictions of the real world.  A few days ago I thought that all I had left to do was to create my cover art, create a .mobi format file, and submit my…