Gold mine Stories

                     II have died many times before my death.Long ago, in another lifetimeI learned to be what I am not.My thoughts are hallucinatory,broken sounds and refracted imagesthat drift through my mind like shadowsdancing on dimly lit walls.I sit shackled, hunting for significancein grey blurs that float byin endless streams of repetition.I want to find a new wordfor my life,I am tired of the old one.I want to re...

He rode into town that evening astride a magnificent black stallion and tied him up in front of the Silver Fox saloon and entered. He headed straight to the bar and the bartender remembered this man in black and walked up with a smile to greet him. "Evening, Mister Carpenter." "Good Evening, Sam.""What can I do you for?" "Whiskey and a cigar, and have one for yourself." The liquor was poured and consumed, then the cigars...