Infinite Verses, One Chorus

~ an essay on Infinity War

Existential Sniper

A heart beat its last.

I’m in a hurry here.

What is loneliness?

Coffee shops were his favorite place to spend Saturday mornings, especially when it got cold.

~ a poem

~ two people talking

Lying in bed, the man was nothing.

~ a poem

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain,