What is nothing? It could simply be pure potential. An empty space in which something happens.

Nothing could be whatever you think/feel or desire it to be.

Right now, below this line of text appearing on the screen there is an empty space…






Forms appear… and disappear.

Here is an old poem of mine, posted before… in various different places. It’s one of my favourites. ;-)

Nothing is Sexy

Before I did


and this

this was sexy.


bare before me.

The ink
and the wine

and the passing of time

have made something
out of

Nothing is sexy.