The Collected Works, Both Good and Bad, of Aiden Lewellen

The sun has risen. All is well. A soft rain falls. All is well.  The hummingbird flits. To and fro.  Why does he flutter so?  What is his...

Your hands reach inside my mind, twisting, pulling, exposing the weaknesses I can feel the pain of expansion and yet nothing brings me...

In the deep depths of my soul  Is a lump, bleak and black as coal I know how it came to be there  And it is not too much to bear.  If it...