Back in the late eighties, Peter Filardi wrote a screenplay that started a mini bidding war. The story of medical students dying and bringing themselves back proved an enticing and intriguing premise,...
And she absorbed me into her world
Like rice does to boiling water
One whom which throughout time expands like a flower
The roots of a tree in the middle of summer
When the rain falls and saturates th...
The spaces we enter are full of energy
Jumping, bouncing, floor to ceiling
And yet we stand firm, closed and grounded
Ignoring the electric movement of the unseen air
We turn our brains on and the hea...
It is easy to latch on to the original film of a franchise, and incessantly attack the remake. We are all guilty of it to some degree due to our own bias. Personally I am OK with remakes... some of th...
As real as you, as real
your calm certainties,
the cities streets,
and garden squares,
the naked wraiths of indecision
are have gathered now to
test and mock and overrun
my heart's ambition.
You say “...
I never had a reason to know the meaning of love, because after all every time I tried I would fall.
See it’s a lot like a kite that took me many tries to master, I struggled to get it into the sky th...