Aida was the one all along, Susanna. Yes, Tomás. She has given me the half of my heart I buried with you. Yes, Tomás. I knew love would come to you again. I grieved so long for you, Susanna. Yes, Tomás. Too long. Aida makes me feel like you and I are together again. I know, Tomás. I can’t bring you back, Susanna, so I … Continue reading Susanna X
Is she the one, Susanna? I do not know, Tomás You must know, Susanna. Why, Tomás? She makes me think of you. She is not me. I want you back, Susanna. I’m dead, Tomás. You died too soon. Yes. Why? Why? Tell me. It was my time to die. It isn’t fair. Life is not always fair. Sasi makes me feel the way you did. … Continue reading Susanna IX
Chronos upon his pedestal, Cherub by his side, Points a crooked finger, Tells me in my pride, “No life ends unlived, No death is unbidden, Every breath of life, Open to review, not hidden.” Continue reading Every Breath of Life
I would rather have learned in Sunday School what I know to be true, than live each day thinking this life is all there is. Continue reading Beyond
The Writings of William C. Pennington 